The Waiting
Just a few days before Midsummer, and everyone was only half-busy.
Squirrel polished his button collection and delivered mail in the afternoons.
Crow delivered lemons and a paper sack full of blueberries to Mama Chipmunk.
Rabbit opened all the windows in her tea shop and, whenever her tea-shop duties allowed, sat outside, in one of Old Possum’s lawn chairs.
Raccoon opened all her windows, made coffee, and organized her pantry.
All the children lay in the meadow and watched clouds drift by overhead.
And everyone kept one ear focused on the trees, awaiting the first song of the summer cicadas.
(Mid-June 2024)
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