On the Eve of Labor Day

Right before dark we went out into the backyard to slide down our extended water slide--a clamped together contraption of old campaign posters from my mom's last election.
With all our neighbors gone for the Labor Day weekend, we we're alone with the crickets. There was a brown bird on a wire up by the tall fir tree and we spotted people on Y mountain with the alligators.

 

Well, we tried to tell him they were binoculars, but he called them alligators. By the time the moon appeared they were umbrellas. 

Good night umbrellas.

Good night brown bird and the crickets in the bushes.
Good night children, wet bottoms and tired spirits.

Good night moon.