If you can make out
What that means,
Waiting on the ranch
A muffled hush of
Two bodies, where
Sound and sight were
Both not clear,
Wondered if I knew
Who that was, as they
Crawled under the
Thick bushes, they
Are visitors of an alien world
Now crawling like slithering
Beings as they show off
Their multiple colors,
Reflecting off of their scales
No not if those scales
Are of notes or
Spectacular July 4th
Lights breaking the darkness
Listen to what they say
There is love in the season
No matter whatever being
Is that a pair of fowls or four legged ones
Or may be reptiles measuring earth all around
Some visit to dine on dead
June bugs, arriving early
A circle of life, globe trotting
With vision only
He can imagine..
Wish humans can see that..
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