Poem – An August Report


The cat is licking the dog’s ear
like it’s an ice cream cone
the bay is singing a little louder
than the leaves whimpering in the wind
the humidity cracked like a giant egg
after the thunderstorm blew through

this morning at dawn in the blue grey light
before the sun was really awake
I watched the heron walk slowly
in the shallow water of the shore
to catch his breakfast

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Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

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