I bought my cottage 18 years ago.
I fancied its seclusion and the site –
it nestles in a corner and there grow
out front varieties of green delight.
There’s peace and quiet here till recently.
The boundaries by which my place is tucked
now sport construction close as it can be.
The future of my quiet may be fucked.

But I don’t advocate no ADUs,
and I’ve lost hearing in the upper range.
Perhaps as I mature it won’t abuse
serenity to acclimate to change.
So far the look and sound of new’s okay.
Adjustment may be in my aging sway.