summer garden

shade creeps towards me
from the big beech tree
blackbird sings
and sparrows chirp
on gently swinging feeders
in its arching branches
time has slowed in this heat
moving like syrup
as the sun slides slowly
down the slope
of the blue
I could sit here all day
like the cat beside me
lazing in this sticky garden
while bees hum about their business
and the breeze ruffles the trees
but this sun
will burn my pale skin
and fill my head with fluff
so slowly I will slither away
to safety in the shadow

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