Spring Time

As the blossoms bloomed in the once bare dead trees the soft baa of the lambs echoed out of the blossoms.

The swish of the wind silently filled the big sheep farm and the sway of the trees creaked on the farm.

The little creek trickled with crystal clear water as the ducks slowly paddled down the extravagant creek.

I sat at the window waiting for my baby kitten to rise from a mysterious hole in the earth. I looked down into the hole. "Meow!" The kitten was half way up my back. "How did that happen?" I thought.

It was a typical spring day.