August, You Lazy Dog
August, you lazy dog
Panting in the shade
Watching squirrels with bushy tails
In acorn stash parade.
Your humid breath
The wafting scent
Of summer’s moments
Fully spent
Soft rustling
Of corn stalks tall
Await the chill
Of coming fall
August, you lazy dog
You’ll slowly slip on past
As dog days come and settle in
Knowing they can’t last
John G. Lawless
©8/19/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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