I love this garden cottage. I’m amused
by squirrel antics, possum lethargy,
and even skunks at foraging. I’m used
to raccoon noises and temerity.
And I adore the doors of glass I see,
but I might need a threshold tall and wide.
Now squirrels search for food beyond their tree,
and I just saw a fat one dash inside.


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