Third Day Of Spring

The birds 

Jittery 

Dancing 

Upon the ground 

Warn each other 

About the approaching 

Man and his dog 

In nervous 

Shrill 

Tweets 

I wonder 

If the grubs 

And larvae 

They are digging for 

Have some form 

Of panic signal 

To alert 

The others

It is spring 

Winter 

Is over

The grubs
Have hit
The snooze button
One too many times

They are being pulled forcefully
From the ground
By winter-hardened
Beaks

Everything 

Is once again living 

And 

Fair game