Perhaps my last walk
Before the summer sojourn--
Looks like week of rain.
Before the summer sojourn--
Looks like week of rain.
The trees have turned dull--
A long blink without sunshine.
Still, the cars rush past.
A long blink without sunshine.
Still, the cars rush past.
Tear drop on the leaf
Suspended for an instant
Shines through the gray cloud.
In the placid pond
A bullfrog breaks the stillness
With his cranky croak.
A bullfrog breaks the stillness
With his cranky croak.
Too busy to stop,
The young deer crosses the road
Following its nose.
The young deer crosses the road
Following its nose.
The plucky chipmunk
Sitting firmly on his log
Complains and then flees.
Sitting firmly on his log
Complains and then flees.
The air is teeming
With bird love calls, singing trees
And harsh ripping saw.
With bird love calls, singing trees
And harsh ripping saw.
The woods are dark today;
They hide their pungent secrets
Close to their moist breasts.
They hide their pungent secrets
Close to their moist breasts.
Mad shadow leaf birds
Rail at unseen enemy
Only imagined.
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