I wonder in thoughts when sitting in
this solitude of my garden, when rain
doesn't dampen my attention then a
blanket on freshly cut grass. I sneeze
but lie down playing cloud clues with
my child what shall we see today.

                             "I see giraffe, I see unicorn.

Funny things clouds melting into forms
of imagination. the bird table vacant of
food so bread on the stale side broken
up, listening to the tweets as they chat
to each other.

                      "Tweet [Lunch is up] Tweet,

We have our own little squirrels in the
tree a bush I never cut, letting it linger in
height so lingering minds don't disturb
there natural habitat. Acrobatic dancers
on branch and fence.

                   "Dad its looking through the window again,

A staring contest of man and animal, I always
giggle when it just looks at me like I'm the
crazy one? I love my garden so much woven
in such a little space. A safe zone for my little
ones. I chill with a beer as the sun just popped out.