The dog days of summer

The fly finds a piece of pie
Sitting on the windowsill cooling in time
The neighbor sends a friendly hello
A walk on by in his afternoon stroll

The bird's chirp and the bees work
To spread honey on morning toast
The little warm sits in the ground and grows
To feed the fish when the rain falls

The dog days of summer will soon be upon us
While the ant and the cricket take notes
One will sing its nights away playing in the moonlight as it strays
The other focused with its head to the ground no time to look up or around

Either way to work or play the days go by anyways
You can`t stop the clock even if you try
Days turn into weeks and nights slip into years
Until the face in the mirror one-day disappears