Looking out
the kitchen window
at the yard
next door
abandoned.
Grass
grows taller
old laughter smiles
a lost echo.
The birds
are unaware.
Singing
they fly down
to steal lunch
hidden in the grass.
Unaware of
property, ownership,
human rules —
They take liberties —
perch on the front
porch swing, borrowing
without asking —
Singing the day
away, perched
on the last
sad item
previous owners
left behind.
~November 2011
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