sloth

end of summer flies buzz purposefully back and forth inside the closed window
the dog disappeared at the word 'bath'
so I sit here, listening

envy

the neighbour's garden, I like it better, the feng shui must be right
even with the rubbish and the burrs gone brown and clingy, it still appeals
things are just in their right places
my garden offers moments of satisfaction
but mostly it aches to be otherwise

a flying squirrel

a bushy tail silhouette with an impressive wingspan
climbing towards the clouds
breaching the treetops
a peregrine with a black squirrel dangling