Then thrashers practice every morn and eve
The songs they’ll sing upon that night of nights,
While phainopeplas, in their haste to leave,
Dash back and forth in short, impatient flights.
The desert halls glow bright as time draws near.
Each cactus wears her frilled and perfumed dress.
Ground squirrels, for this joyous time of year,
Sport their best furs. The rabbits do no less.
From far and near the desert folk have come
To wait their hostess, Spring, who, very soon,