joy
they bring
to my grandbabes.
Around
and
around
and
around
the pond
catching the poor old fellas.
Over
and
over
and
over.
Being
Delighted
and
Excited
every single time.
I Love
hearing them
at nights ...
bedroom window
open.
The
sound
of summer.
Remembering it,
longing for it
in the depths of
winter
while they soundly
sleep.
Somewhere.
Where are they?
While I
await
their return
to sing their
summer song.
Remembering it,
longing for it
in the depths of
winter
while they soundly
sleep.
Somewhere.
Where are they?
While I
await
their return
to sing their
summer song.
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