The heat

evaporates water.

It’s gone when it’s gone

and more won’t come

until the rain returns.

Not likely anytime soon

in the middle of the


There hasn’t even been

water for many years.

Drought played bully.

Beat up our land

and our animals.

And now their

party is ending.

Their own private

watering hole

is drying up–

will be gone

in a few days.

I was glad it

was there this year.

So were the creatures

that hung out there


It’s a long walk

for the turtles to

the next watering

hole–bigger, and will

survive the summer.

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