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