July--half the year gone already

Each year, JULY spawns many poems.
Here is a sampling.

2007:
a few clusters
of crepe myrtle above vines
left for privacy
~~~
chipmunk
drinking from the birdbath~
mid-July cool spell
~~~
small black butterfly
lighting on the purple bloom
of French mulberry
~~~
2009:
following the loud
'chit' of a bird, I tiptoe. . .
a brown thrasher eats
~~~
hearing planes
but not seeing them
through trees' canopy
~~~
2010:
fourth generation
of cats too wild to catch
cavort in my yard
~~~
early July
morning temp low enough
to sit outside
smell of a dead animal
spoils the ambiance
~~~
c 2011 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press