Dog days of summer

These are the dog days of summer

mornings so hot

frogs are silent, turtles don’t bask on banks

and the insect chorus is tacit.

Except for one or two still trying to attract a mate;

the rest have gone to ground to snuggle and breed,

died from exhaustion

or just delirious from the heat.

Which brings me back to the dog days of summer;

what do the gods of colloquial sayings

have against dogs

or are they too lazy to alliterate cats?

8-2-22