© 2001 Jeff Lynch
They come expected, but not so punctually
So that you first notice.
They feed first; their children next.
Their appetites are voracious.
Dining on summer fruits,
Their favorites.
Always they behave as if they owned the premises!
I own that they do, more rightly than I.
Then who is visitor and who the host?
Their offpsring have the greater tenure.
Eating without noise, they do not boast
Of titles, deeds or lawyer's threats.
As summer dies, in song they wing away
Without a by-your leave.


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