One Hundred Sixteen Degrees Fahrenheit

by Alanna

Even the bees pant and drink deeply

in a cluster at the edge of the birdbath

My flowers wilt in the searing heat

dropping their petals to survive

their leaves sunburn

The cats stay under the house

cooled by damp earth

A young pigeon sits on the lawn

in a heat-induced torpor

I wish I had a needle and thread

big enough to mend this tattered planet

but don’t

so I provide water to the bees, the birds

let the cats stay beneath the house

I water and cover the flowers

and rescue the pigeon

This I can do

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4 Comments to “One Hundred Sixteen Degrees Fahrenheit”

  1. Absolutely love this one, Alanna

  2. This is just awesome ❤

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