Spotted
robins.
Three of them.
Young ones, for sure.
Fledglings, nestlings,
constant feedings.
Papa Robin worn thin, too worn for singing.
Evening songs competing
with cicadas
and crickets.
Ribbits.
When did that happen?
You know, Summer running up ahead,
glancing back. And that snotty grin?
Summer’s promise, the long days of june.
Done
And
Done.
Ahh ….
Spotted
lady,
painted bright and new as spring.
Me? I’m whining and lamenting
where this weird old summer’s going.
photographs from july 25, 2020
etikser 
Holy cats, that poem sure nails it.
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Thanks!
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Cute little lady!
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Thank you! Yes, I think she is. Although it occurred to me there must be male ladybugs.
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Gentlemenbugs?
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Why, yes. Of course! (that made me smile…it’s good to smile these days)
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Here in Southern California we’re going to have the very hot days of July and August. Keep cool.
Art
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Thanks. You too.
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Beautiful photos, and I love the poem!
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Thank you!
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Lovely ladybugs! That is a beautiful poem 🙂
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Thank you!
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