Island Summer

Pleasant
day on The Rock;
birds dancing
under foot and in bush,
'coons ramble
in the hedges - too far
to shoot - Doe
and Yearling strolling

up

the drive - another look, two
Peacocks, husband and wife,
stroll down - later spotted
Mother and Child dinning
on neighbor's roses - shot
but Shaky shook
too much to use.

Amid it all the lazy play
of sunlight through limb
and dust.

Tonight?

Tonight the Heron
cough quietly
of the day - somewhere distant
Old Man Hoot Owl
warms up the Night chorus.

No Cricket,
nor Lighting Bug
dwell here - integral
to summer as the Cicada
to one Eastern Boy's mind -
but today? Tonight? He recalls
why the Western Shore
is desirable.

_{(For an Aunt :: 07-25-2010)}