Summer - Poem by Jane Tomlin
Summer sun heats the sunbathing rabbits
Animals have such strange habits.
Trees flourish their new leaves
The wind is now a cooling breeze.
The heat causes bush fires
Think of the creatures, think of their lives.
The occasional shower cools the inferno
Alas, too late, they had to go.
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