i speak from experience

the garden is usual

yet the things i find

of a morning are not

i sits on the old table

see the door open

mostly the same time

each day

see the things put

down on the slate

in dishes or in tubs

i see vegetables

so i eat

them

i see pasta and i eat it

yoghurt is a must to

dip into to share with

slugs

who bloat in the thick of it

lucky i am if she puts out

cat food

then i lay and look through

the grass to the river

watch the flood rise and fall

while the sun warms

watch for the proper cat

who lives indoors, ragged

unlike me

and chase her up the boughs

of the tree

the oak tree