Nearly high noon of summer here in the northern hemisphere.
What they won't say anymore, or ask, is what happened to birdsong?
Maybe it's only here in concrete southern California - maybe where you are, there are more than crow squawks and gull cries and the occasional dove coo at dusk.
For this edition of get listed, see if you can bring the sounds of summer to the page - something missing, or maybe something just waiting to get noticed again.
As always, please post an original poem to your blog, link that pen to Mr. Linky, then visit back to read and comment on the other poems as the days go by. The prompt will remain open.
Please use at least 3 of these words (or reasonable variants):
heat, bird, easy, fling, pass, sweat, corn, float, ice cream (that's considered one), bright, cricket, dusk
(Song rights belong to respective publishers. No infringement intended - non-commercial use.)