Lying in the dewy grass
Happy and cool,
unphased by buzzing flies.
Unaware of the rising sun he dozes back to sleep
Few hours pass
The air has grown dry, and still.
grass has withered and become brittle
Not a cloud in sight
Birds flock to a neighboring pond
Bothered by chirps he awakens, panicked and wide eyed.
He’s drowsy and growing warm,
his stomach rumbles.
He takes a stroll around, ready to ****** some quick grub.
Unsuccessful in his venture, he’s parched and famished
The sun sits at 12 with little shade.
All he can muster up is getting over to that pond.
He find his path,
it’s black and waves hover above it.
He puts his digits on it,
It’s too hot... even for me, he thinks.
Few hours pass,
he still lies close to the pavement, sun bleached and dry, staring blankly at the pond...
His heart beats softer and softer with every minute.
A shadow over comes him, light escapes his eyelids.
Too weak to jump he just lays limp.
Light slowly creeps back in upon his lids as he feels a warm refreshing sensation.
His eyes open, a tall figure hovers above.
“Yea, now that’s better isn’t it little buddy“