This is an August day
The skies are gray
Rain half heartedly falls
Not enough to quench the garden
Above the clouds are stalled
And hang about
The grass grows slowly now
The young birds feed themselves
Bird seed does not sink so fast
In hanging feeders
The parental rush is over
I caught a mouse in a humane trap
And let him go
So he is free
And so am I
It’s a restful time to be alive