Pupating

I’m pupating
he said
in his sleeping bag
my immature insect
either running
or sleeping
no in between
because it’s
the dog days of summer
and the pup wants
to fetch the ball
and there’s only
three weeks left
for s’mores and shooting stars
and September won’t
catch him sitting still
but for now he’s resting
five a.m. in the tent
mom’s wide awake but he’s sleeping
growing wings and legs and
changing before my bleary eyes
please don’t grow up yet