Goblin Goldfish
june tenth and Saturday night
The pool temp is eighty eight
The fishpond's a theatre
Of gobbling goldfish
Under the sputtering flickering bug light
A feeding frenzied delight
As mosquitoes fall out of flight
There's the hint of a breeze
caressing bare knees
Under starry skies hidden by clouds
Chorusing crickets and frogs are competing
In rhythm to insective death
Successive Kamikazi crackelling
Drowning out natural sounds of the night
Clearing the air for a midnight swim
Of bugfree refreshing and cooling delight
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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