Squirrel nests are falling down
Fourth of July has been here and gone
Summer is waning
Though swallows still chortle as they dance through the air
And robins strut on stunted lawns
The drought drags on
Squirrels pair off
On the back porch rail
To groom each other
Before their rut
It is the season
Though summer is fraying
My thoughts stray to her, to him
Each of those four gone, gone
The family pentacle broken now
Leaving me alone
On the lone prairie
Too exhausted to howl at the moon
And the war drags on
The bloody war drags on
And spreads
Around the world
Like an awful fleet of ships
A terrible wind filling their sails
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