Nature’s Summer

Dragonflies mate right in front of me,
Flying around as pairs so I can see;
What is it that makes them quiet, non-argumentative, glee or happy?
It’s difficult to tell because they are a part of a different species.

Dogs find their comfort wherever they “go”,
On the grass, in my year their movements flow;
Sometimes they’ll glance my way seemingly to ask me not to see,
Because they are doing what comes to them naturally.

Squirrels leave droplets near where they feed,
How do I know this? Because I fill their plate gradually;
Throughout the day they ask for more,
Dried peanuts are sweeter but raw ones like pumpkin seeds, they watch me pour.

Birds are a beautiful part of any scene,
You can never tell how they keep clean;
There are not bird baths everywhere,
Except after it rains, where you’ll find them in puddles flapping and playing with feathers though bare.

Butterflies hover front and center showcasing their unique beauty,
They don’t appear to compete, get caught up in jealousy because hating is not their duty;
Their diverse patterns don’t vary that much in groups of the same types,
Still they present themselves as they are from the moment they land to the moment they take flight.

Not all of nature’s loved ones show us lessons of life so we can cope,
Some are like angels figured as floats;
They soar through life to help us see,
This colorful world and its menagerie.