Sweet Summertime
Max's point of view on a summertime picnic with the flock at her mom's house.
Hot dog juice runs down my chin,
the dance of the lightning bugs, starts to begin.
Honeysuckle, we suck soar.
The setting sun covers and cowers,
behind the clouds of blue and pink.
We stare as it finally sinks.
Oh, summer sweet,
Tomorrow we will again meet.
Unless we get eaten by Erasers…