We heard it today, on a walk through Western Shore woods.
And, I wondered, if when we came home to this place east of the Bay
the Peepers would be here.
Like they always are come earliest of early spring.
They were. With moon rising and Carolina tagging Duke with another loss in that old basketball battle as we tumble toward a time when the the weeping willow takes on its green and the hard ground turns soft and mellow, again.
Soon the Peepers will be joined by a full chorus.
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