A Late Summer? Poem by Phil Soar

A late summer perhaps?
Sitting among the garden plants
Watching the birds
Listening to my thoughts
Creating a rhyme
Avoiding the virus
Being solitary
Nothing bothers me
I anticipate the evening
Expecting the garden visitor
The hedgehog
Watching for the flicker of the scurity light
Announcing his/her arrival
I jump up to get to the window
Watch him (or her)
Come and go
A late summer
And the world goes on