Kit Kelen #1100 - in summer when the creatures come (song)

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in summer when the creatures come

and here we are again

sing

leaf to sun turn

fuelled with light

so sneak through walls

such stillness

is to show we’re ghosts

see them gather

see them queue

summerbugs

by daylit moon

it’s party on the aerodrome

I am

and who’s this character now just landed?

in summer when the creatures come

sometimes weather with them too

and bring a voice

sweet savoury

with something for surprise

insects all

up by wing

often crevice in

we are

from woodwork

sing

in tin too

it’s off all are

here on adventure

so we put them up

fresh sheets for bubbly

your pizza for a conversation

bailed up!

we boil them in a clear broth

hang ourselves to dry

in summer when the creatures come

cicadas say

this is the year

we are a thousand untuned stations

yet day persists

some of them I bear in mind

and go about with me

they’re little brooches later on

even in afterlife cling

we blank a page to fill

say sky

and web the lower catches

a little itch

a chafe

free droppings

come with a microbat’s flit

and at my back

hear giants’ wings

a bliss to swoop then unsuspecting

unseen the powerful owl

the frogs no chorus

but each of them is to impress

the suited ants of course I mean

and cousins in a case of beer

in summer when the creatures come

each for the others to admire

bring a voice

sweet savoury

there’s none of us can sing

we have a total ban on fire

comes a little cloud with them

swim it, sea to be here

and tuck them in a precious zone

where they sleep off morning

some crawl in

and some by car

some droop to be among us

winged

fix the short night’s eye

bright star

with laughter in the branches

and after the wristly exertion

or deep of smoke made sacred

creep into some cool cave sleep

and later, ex cathedra, speak

sat up like Jackie

there’s hermit time too

at the loose end of year

when at last we’re got at

a lizard-still sunning

some under-stone shade

yes there are some terrors

as bite and sting

but mostly won’t

mainly dream antarctically

to penguin purpose

igloo ice

or mail arrives again

here dauber come

mud me a wall

it’s each about

her his business

to mind one’s own

here’s everyone

delving in the undergrowth

busy up in branches

for love

for fun

for frolic

when summer’s come

and creatures

make themselves at home

sing

summer and the creatures come

then here we are again