He scratches lightly, like a mouse
trying for traction on the ice
While I inspect the vacant home made of twigs
cradled by the bush in the yard.

Ode to last summer’s busy guests.
Their winged commotion would startle me
As I walked past, technically half naked.
Sandals! Shorts!
What wicked thoughts
as I pull my hood over my hat
to cover the stark white slice of my neck.

I give an apathetic tug.
Two bitter ends, connected by a short leash.
Longing for dewy grass—
or, I guess,
just breakfast for now.

A passing moon and empty silhouette
keep me company this early morn walk,
their quiet company, a silent vignette.
A passing moon and empty silhouette
embrace longing of this hopeful gazette,
yet bid adieu to my faint solo talk.
A passing moon and empty silhouette
keep me company this early morn walk.

In the park
Out for a walk
And the fellow joggers on the track

The gym equipments all occupied
Heavily working out
For sure the users
Were thinking out aloud
While working out

Maybe it's the neighbour
Or the bossy boss around
The equipments
Facing the ire
The users all on fire