- the april sun has melted the snows. mostly.
- the sparrows run round with huge fluffy visages of feathers and bits of string if they can get any.
- the starlings wreak havoc on lawns, and mayhem in the branches of the trees they consider their home now.
- the crows have finished building the nests, and now indulge in acceptable synchronous trick flying wing to wing.
- the ravens sing songs of endearment over any reachable forest. their possible wives probably listen.
- the crocodiles of my imagination immerse themselves in huge fantasy rivers. only the ever-watchful eyes are left out.
- the he-birches get ready to court the she-birches with pollen.
- the hazels have already done that.
- the herring gulls, and the common gulls, and the gulls that are just one sort of gull or another, laugh, deride and lament the morning sun and the evening dusk.
- the students write tests.
- i contemplate photography but don’t seem to be able to get up relevantly early.
- the sky is still on the bluer side.
