And What No Mustache?

The woods stretch out their summer yawn
as long it can before long shadows fall
The flowers hurl their pollen into touchy tubes,
like noses. A fling at insects infest them all

Bird, raccoon and snake feed feverishly
And me, ruffled but not feathered,
yet like robins do, do I too
whistle that happy tune before September.

And like apes do ---me too!,
Though independent of them, I pound my plates,
the bony shield of my thumper-rumper.
Let me tell you --- better, yet, let me show you how.

You get the picture? An array of collisions,
a raining down of sweet emissions.
Me, Tarzany. U, Jane
And what, no mustache?