Monday, August 29, 2022

34 Broughton Rd

The day awakes from sleep to the morrow,

lukewarm morning rising as it unfurls.

The neighbours come to visit - there's a crow

and a dog and a whole bunch of lil' squirrels.

Three fat cats roam around feeding off the sun

and a pigeon circles above my head -

but now they start to fly away and run,

because there comes a fox – hungry and red.

Its yellowish eyes are looking for preys,

but instead they will come to meet my own

and we shall stare down before parting ways -

the beast and I, both silent and alone.

Now all the animals can drop their guard,

in the peace of our edenic backyard.

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