Summer Waning

On the last Friday before his school year begins,

I sit in the shade of the park's octagonal gazebo

enjoying the shade and breezes

while watching my grandson fish

in the nearby pond;

him hoping for one more shot

at hooking a monster largemouth

and me cherishing the waning summer days.

Birds announce themselves in the woods

and a fawn timidly explores

if its safe to leave their cover

and venture for a drink.

Alas, my grandson's yell to announce the deer

has hastened its escape to the wood.

Summer wanes like that,

not lazily but

at once.