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