February Comes and Goes

February comes and goes
Where the days go noboby knows
March comes in like a hungry lion 
to eat President's Day leftovers nobody's buyin
Beware the Ides says Great Caesar's ghost
or was it a Hollywood Oscar host?
Easter risin like a cat on a spring
jumpin upon you like a sudden fling
Pollinating flowers into new born buds
Sittin on a cooler knockin back suds 
The days grow longer with nothing to do
The heat presses down on your frizzy hair-do
The leaves change and the air grows brisk
while Wall Street portfolios mitigate the risk
The holidays swirl and smack you like a tornado
New Year's Eve ball drops at midnight, wait though ...
I haven't had time to change my clothes
Another February comes and goes.

Dog at Greenwich Point Park, Conn. | Photo: Bob Luckey

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