Mid-Summer Days

 Mid-Summer Days

A baby rabbit gets bigger, eating the blossoms off the clover.

Lazy, nebulous clouds drift slowly overhead.

The huge cottonwood flickers its leaves in the breeze.

The waterfall in our tiny pond does its best impression of Niagara Falls.

Grass grows and grows, so gleaming the green.

Hummingbirds do their helicopter impression at the sugar feeder.

A pair of fawns frolic at the edge of the wood, leaving concern for danger to their mom.

Robins commandeer the jelly feeder, though an oriole gets in a quick peck.

Millet plants grow quickly and thickly, sprouted from seeds dropped by the winged diners.

Birds of all types splash in the bird bath to cool off and preen their feathers.

A hawk appears in the sky high above our tallest spruce, circling in a heightening gyre.

Clouds, hoping to prove the weather forecaster’s rain prediction, start to appear in the west.

The baby rabbit continues its quest to ingest every white clover blossom in our meadow.

This writer better put his pen down and batten down the hatches.

It could be a cracker of a storm.