the brown wood fence outside the dining room window
the one I protested so hard NOT to have
is now it's own microcosm
an interstate 5 for the squirrels
a perfect way to get to the neighbors bird feeder for the chickadees and robins
a nice watch post for the neighborhood cats
and a net for my daydreams as I stare at the quiet commotion
when the leaves rustle I glance
just to see two little squirrels
race across the post and disappear
into the hidden hole that I can see ever so slightly in the camellia tree
and my dog's a little too late
and he wonders
what they would taste like if his wolf instincts would've gone a little further
but now I must go
as I just saw a branch move.
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