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He's on another wavelength to me-

This little guy.

Sat sunning himself, humming to himself-

Thinking to himself-

Making peace with himself.

Not because he's a bad beetle-boy

Quite the opposite!!

He's been *such* a good beetle-boy.

Doing his thing,

Flying here, flying there-

Flying nearly almost everywhere-

Within his purview.

But he's worried.

How hot is it?

Or how hot is it *not*?

For this time of year.

He fears-

His beetle-kids won't survive

Or even maybe be alive-

Long enough to see 

The trees, the bees, the leaves

The seeds, the big winter f-r-e-e-z-e

Coming soon to the desert here

in Southern Arizona.

He's not worrying about money-

Or the funny

Things humans ponder on

And succumb


A bit *too* easily 

These days.






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