Dandelions have taken over my grass
But, I kind of like how that seems.

Like shards of broken yellow glass
Reflecting billions of scattered sun beams.

The pups of the fall are now hounds,
They've been beying all through the dark.

And there's not a coon on the ground,
Who wouldn't run from that bark.

This porch is getting soggy with rot
And the paint flies away with the wind

But the time is too short and too hot
So let's find the pond and jump in.