Summer’s eves of warmth and bliss.
Those are the moments I truly miss,
As winter sets in for months to come
I remember the days that can’t be undone.
The days of bird and squirrel sounds
As childhood laughter does abound.
The sun sets late and is early to rise,
A glorious sight in our prairie skies.
Days now short as nights grow long
A chirping sparrow gives a lonely song.
The squirrel runs high along the wire
Fulfilling some unknown squirrel desire.
My summer bench all covered in white
Is a lonely and cold, desolate sight.
Several months from now I will again go sit
In my private paradise with Tucker and Kit.