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Show Six Images of the Farm Turning to Spring Seeding dandelions strew rank grass. The farmcat bellycrawls on butterfly Which flutters yellow zigzags Through the weeds. I've given up the mower for the year. Half-plowed, the furrows stretch Beyond the tractor's mulching rig. Dawn's violet dust has clogged my eyes. There's much undone today, But I am eager and alert: My metal claws will turn the very land. In past days what were leaflets Have grown full and dark and crisp. The cattle now regain a wild stealth, Hide from us like deer Among the leaves. Today the starling hovers Flailing wings, Screams down at hissing cat Through window-glass. Her young peep from the rafters, Necks craned thin,- Oblivious to a mother's fury, To a cat's knifed claws and mutterings, |