In A Den Of Dolor

Oh how now verily in this summer of discontent 
warm breeze massaging parts long left frosty 

as cicadas scream in glee and barn owls hoot in melody with dogs chained to fences 

crickets chirp in pentatonic arpeggios maple leaves rustle in sequence

Children at play, adults do the same with cocktail beverages 

hooping and hollering to the heavens

beckoning those above to come down and join in on the fun

and I listen under bedsheets 

Sounds wafting in through heavy curtains interrupting my hibernation

and I wonder why their summer is boisterous 

And mine, identical to a bear in winter 

waiting to awake and work off the stored fat 

that kept me warm and weighed me down 

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