A Lingering of Wet Dogs

Neither mad dogs nor Englishmen rejoice as sunlight growing thin allows the tidal sands to shift through moonlight’s vapor growing dim Yet still the beasts of lolling tongue huddle with their shaded young beneath a cloak of crimson red abandoned nests now left unsung Whilst I enjoyed this mingled tryst as lovers passing gently kissed and danced beneath a smiling sun embracing moments others missed Soft rustling limply humid leaves deny the creep of autumn’s thieves grey squirrels stalking acorn fields from high upon a church apse eaves School children race through tanning grass rejoicing in their sunset dash pursuing dusk into the dark as dog day’s breath goes panting past ©9/3/2018 for The Dog Days Endure Poetry Contest