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Midsummer's day,
sun beams through a sunken shack,
over the silhouette of the cock
weathervane, looming
out back.

Thick misshapen fence,
Old gate opens with a sigh
dead yellow jackets
floating in the crooked bird bath
Grass overgrown, dry.

Bent stake in the ground
faded leash still attached.
Nest in the branches
eggs never hatched.

I also like the desolate mood of this one; a few words I would cut.  I'm a little uneasy about those unhatched eggs at the end for some reason.