Outside at last, I search for signs that spring is coming.The grass under my paws is still brown and crunching.
Wildflowers are growing this must be a sign.Spring will you be here on time?
A cool wind blows and ruffles my furs.I can’t wait for lush grass to curl in and purr!
This cute little Henbit sure smells sweet.But I don’t think I’ll eat it as an afternoon treat!
