Yellow butterflies flitter about the bleeding hearts
Out in my flower gardens,
When suddenly the soar of a humming bird
Nearly knocks me to the ground at his attempt
To land and sip on nectar so sweet,
It is as if his life depends on it.
The smell of clover hovers, and I inhale long and deep.
While absorbed in the fragrance,
The gray squirrel scampers soberly up the oak tree,
Dodging branches, and playing ‘You’re It’ with his buddies.
One tumbles twenty feet or more but lands on all fours.
A tumbling act meant for the circus but only I witness the performance.
Then suddenly, out strolls a family of six deer.
So glad my garden has nothing appealing like spinach or apples,
Or they would remain unwanted guests,
Snatching and nibbling until the crops disappear.
They mosey on to the neighbours,
Better they than me, for my plate is full,
With that pesky skunk who squirts my dog
And I have to live with that smell.
Aww! Summer time. A time to live in and with nature.
My favourite time of year.