The Things That August Brings

At first it was a bumblebee
A bright and curious and nimble thing
That buzzed about with not a thought
Of what it should or should not

And once there was a kitten sent
Who, while we sat with friends
Climbed up upon my lap
Purred a secret in my ear
Then climbed back down, as kittens do
And hid amongst the leather booths
A feline felon on the loose

One year it was a leaping frog
Something that could jump and almost fly
Inexhaustible, it was, and kind and spry

Holding tight, two larger hands
One firm and one unsure
This thing, for now, still small enough
For lifting from the ground
And swinging in the air

And then a larger thing was sent
For one or two or even three

Augusts

A quiet, thoughtful thing
For that is how
That time is meant to be

Though, for then, this larger thing
Had pulled itself into itself
If one looked closely one could see
The frog, the kitten and the bumblebee