At the end of the hot summer
they took lodge in the garden
and ate and ate to full their fill
when nearing winter they hid
in gaps 'tween door and post
at sunny hours they'ld come
out and bathe in the warmth
of the late beams of the sun
almost invisible against the
dusky red of the stable gate
awaiting winter and slumber
the hibernation to give vigor
or a sleep that lasts forever
seeing the world evolving I
just might follow their steps
awake in vim or just never..
© 2021-05-15
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