We like March

Said to be “mad” March hares because they start boxing as the mating season commences. These two fine fellows were snapped in Norfolk.

We like March, his shoes are purple,
He is new and high;
Makes he mud for dog and peddler,
Makes he forest dry;
Knows the adder's tongue his coming,
And begets her spot.
Stands the sun so close and mighty
That our minds are hot.
News is he of all the others;
Bold it were to die
With the blue-birds buccaneering
On his British sky.

Emily Dickinson

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