Three Signs of Spring

BY DAVID McCORD

Kite on the end of the twine,
Fish on the end of a line,
Dog on the end of a whine.

Dog on the leash is straining,
Fish on the line is gaining:
Only these two complaining.

Kite is all up in the air,
Kite doesn’t quite compare,
Kite doesn’t really care.

Kite, of course, is controllable;
Dog, with a word, consolable;
Fish hopes he isn’t poleable.

Trust the dog for an urge,
Trust the kite for a surge,
Trust the trout to submerge.

Kite in the wind and the rain,
Dog in the woods again,
Fish in his deep domain.