The crescent moon hangs like a pearl,
Queen Venus rides beside her.
Fat cock Thrush to his nest has flown,
Blackbird sings brave cantata.
The Jackdaws fly to their smokestack nest,
for to make their Corvid love
Those blue-eyed boulevardiers,
wing’d byker friends to the Dove.
The Buzzard wheels so lofty on his thermal gifted wings,
a carrion bird, so haughty, yet, the match for many kings.
And yet, tonight, the night of longest golden sunlit day,
the peace is oh so tranquil, it distracts me from the fray.
The ladies, they all promenade, the sun shines brightly down,
and yet, how many realise they wear a sacred crown?
Young men, rise up and realise that sumer is a cum.
Take heed and seize the day my lads,
the new dawn has begun!
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It doesn't even feel like summer in the US Jon, its dam cold and even the insects know it. All except the woke to them this global warming...
Beautiful, Jon, thank you.