Thank you pussy willows for literally stopping me in my tracks with your silent soft buds, giving me the chance to hear the songbirds against the clear sky and feel the cold gentle breeze brush my cheeks. As I stepped closer to you, and the icy melting pond, I noticed a busy chipmunk sipping droplets of water as they slid from above where they were once frozen to a bare branch. You may have seen the way that chipmunk freaked out noticing me so close. I had to laugh. And when the hawk dipped into our precious scene reminding me of something I tried not to remember what. Thank you pussy willows. I felt like I could have stayed with you forever. I will take you into my dreams tonight.
