After a seasonal cold snap
It's mild and moist again
Now in the old woods: new shoots
Tiny, tender and tentative
Amongst a morass of mulched detritus
Fox-musk scent lingers
Along dank, dripping banks
Deep in the hidden holloway
A little dribble of white
From russet-brown bottom
As pertly perched wren
Promptly evacuates...
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