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Summer trio

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by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

The ice is melting and the ground can be seen.
The rain washed away where the snowman has been.
Some of the sun’s rays warm the air,
but for now my teeth chatter: hhh click-click-click

Come sunnier skies with a humid afternoon!
Force all of the weak ones to pant and to swoon.
A setting sun will trigger a breeeeeeze
as grandma employs her fan: whiff-wsk whiff-wsk  

Then a Gray tree frog in the twilight
aboard a Hackberry tree alight,
will send his staccatto call across the pond
with a speedy: wha-pah-pah-pah-pup

Just as a flitting Creeper clinging to a pine
scrapes his birdsong mimicking whine,
quickly he deomonstates his diction
with a shrill: She sells! Sea shells! See ya!

Then comes the faithful Field Cricket
whose chirp tells of heat in the thicket.
He pauses, then sings. Pauses, then sings
a cyclic chorus: deet-eet … deed-eet … deed-eet

That noisy summer trio all in a green patch
prompts me to plan for the harvest and thatch.
I go to the garage and clean and prepare
and it sounds like: klunk bom shwisss umph!

Copyright © 1960-2017 Lawrence J. J. Leonard All rights reserved.

Author: SpindoctorUSA

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