This has been a year for fireflies.
At dusk the yard is full of flash.
The bluebirds also did quite well.
And catbirds eat the jelly we put out.
I’ve caught at least five squirrels,
Releasing them four miles from here
In woods by Pohopoco Creek.
The year wasn’t all that great
For strawberries or currants.
Black raspberries were small,
Though I got enough for jam,
And gooseberries sufficient
To bake a tasty pie.
Mulberries and cherries, though...
I don’t know what happened.
And I haven’t seen one snake
In this entire summer.
Also Trump is President;
Our free land is in peril.
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