The Summer Heat Poem by Joseph Ikhenoba

The summer rays swept on our thatched roof.
Mediterranean.
Sometimes, in the warm wind of August.
Two thousand seasons.
So scorching.
It burns the wretched earth.
Bees scampered in hives.
Tortoise under their shells.
Me and my little dog
Stayed indoors breathing out the heat.
Never like that.
But like this,
The blue empyrean frowned at us.
Maybe, the fireworks of dried sticks?
And man's tilling of brown soil.
Well, I don't know.
But, the seas are wavering.
Decayed leaves,
Rustling down trees.
A falconer's call.