We like to plant here, looking out,To see just who is round about:
Mums in cars all off for shopping,
UPS, and they’re not stopping,
Dads in suits, all looking tense,
A man who’s come to mend the fence,
Kids, all ages, out to play,
There are 8 of them today.
And then the squirrels, which we hate,
Because they over-populate,
And when cooped up, like G & me,
Its pants to see them running free,
And scrambling up and down each tree!
© Caro Ness 2016