In the August sun

... While the August sun baked our heads, we two children were chasing lizards in celebration. Further away, the dogs lay sleeping, as if the sun's heat had emptied them, while the donkeys rolled in the dust, caught by the mating flies. In the air, flies buzzed over the donkey and dog droppings, and we tried to catch them with our little hands. Everywhere, crickets and cicadas were always singing under the scorching sun. Small silver snakes darted along the stone walls, lit by the summer sun. Butterflies hovered over the wildflowers, smelling their scent and dreaming. And the two of us chased butterflies, lizards, and grass snakes in our constant, carefree play. And the two of us... in our constant carefree playing. .................................................