Sonnet: Drumlin Farm

The silver fox is drowsy in his lair
Inside the cage he sleeps in every day.
Adults and children stop to point and stare
At how he sleeps while red fox is at play.
Amphibians chirp loudly in their pond
As they grow quickly in the early spring.
But audiences never form so fond
Of listening to newts and tadpoles sing.
We wander through the gently shaded trails,
Alert for children going out of view.
And as we detour near the farmhouse rails,
We revel in our wanderings anew.
Another pleasant day at Drumlin Farm
Has shown again its many kinds of charm.

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LJ seems to have made a useful change to its emailed comments feature: now they are listing the title (if any) of the post you are replying to.

I could have used this one years ago...