There’s a rustle, like a scuffle, or a snuffle in the drawer – I open it wide, and their inside – 2 bright eyes and a furry nose, I scream! and away...
( as with 'January' and 'February' this is based, though to a lesser extent, on ‘Mawrth' [March] by Eifion Wyn ) What do I see? a daffodil woken up to shiver, glow …