It's bright.
It's hot.
What more should be said?
Perhaps,
the two-leggeds
who dread the season?
Perhaps,
the creatures of the sky,
whose only fear is flying to high?
For they might melt,
the wax holding them together.
But most of all,
is man's best friend,
and what a friend is he,
that pants the heat away
on a wooden porch.
For these days
are their days.
But only nominally can they be claimed.
And these days
are the hottest days.
For what could be worse
than the dog days?
The dog days of summer?
YOU ARE READING
Abstracted
PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
