Spring In The Stride.Caught in the midst of a raging spring. The sun twirling his moustache, the brightness, an afterthought-lingering Trees caught half awake, half napping, lazing Tender leaves tickling, now fully alert, yet smiling Bright sun rays piercing the dust, the particles dancing Window bars, no prison, the incandescence bursting Cuckoo feasting on my mulberry tree, incessantly cooing The dogs circling the queen bitch, she, nonchalantly wooing The kittens quasi purposely, pawing and mewing The imprisoned smiles indoors, spewing; spreading, spilling The world suddenly so charming.