flowers . . .
in a bouquet of colors
indoor plants . . .
showing of their well-earned drops of sweat
in their temporary home, the wild outdoors
one bird-seed-tower . . .
a multi-flat avian-condo
emptied before it dangles on its shepherd hook
the other feeder . . .
a villa compared to its safely distant neighbor
ready to cater a larger-than-ever-squirrel convention
a chipmunk . . .
re-arranging the patio furniture
sending out disapproving looks
a broken ground-light . . .
waiting to be glued to health
having taken the Gorilla Glue as its mate
the non-smoker-worthy ashtray . . .
cuddled up with a Citronella bucket
enchanted by the lure of a cozy tryst
last year’s garden art . . .
each piece as vibrant as it was then
the old loyal Bistro set . . .
trapped in its primal space
vying for one more breath
taking on a growingly greener tint in plain sight
right before this summer’s seats’ snubbing eyes
blah blah blah
all is cool and dandy
but i need the bowl of candy
unless she moves out and abound
my sweets will eat chat and frolick around
hungrier by the second is my family
this woman is surely an anomaly!
she’d better hand over
at least the cottony bunny to me
if she doesn’t i will forever be her archenemy
© The Hawk of Happy Valley
c/o hülya n yılmaz, June 27, 2018