March will come in like a lion, but who told that lion to keep on roaring? Enough, already!

And here I thought yesterday was bad. It snowed all night and is still snowing. Poor little birds. I hope they can find shelter under the hedges and can survive on the birdseed and suet I’ve put out. The good thing is that under the hedges, they can find bare ground, possibly with a few bugs to supplement the birdseed.

The next danger for the birds comes from the cascades of thawing snow clumps as they slide off the trees and shrubs.

Lionlike, the snow moves in,

Though it’s March and springlike,

Swirling snowflakes drift and spin,

Leo acting kinglike.

 

Where’s my lambie, bringing warmth?

Cowering, I’m sure,

Waiting till the time is right,

Meanwhile, he’ll endure.