& over the back fence
is a deep & wild un-mowed lawn
grown up around the swings & toys
i am reminded of apocalypse films
it looks like jaywick sands
~
our cats in there
hes looking up at me
his eyes say -
you got nothing better than this
his eyes say -
you got nothing better than this
only your food
i say
only your food
it is a bland victory
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