Iiving in a little meadow
is like a wonder
when the first sunrays warm_especially

& while the ragging birds are chirping

quite mowing are
1)moving the turf
2)clipping the bushes
3)cropping hair in mild air
(the list is not exhaustive)

the moles dig their
tunnels
rabbits cross the field
bucolic is not it?

we do not touch though
the salads square
that has been
entirely tchernobilized

hedgehogs but
& the garden tortoise are
well prepared
to resist
with their sharp pikes
& tough shell

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