Face Yard

 Yard book

The yard bears much resemblance to Facebook. There are crows, I know they are up there, I hear them, but they never come into the tall pines in the yard. Why? Could it be for the chickens, always cackling, block him! Block him! There are various butterfly’s, they are beautiful, but crazy acting, never alighting long enough then flying off. There are cats, they like this one, not that one, they want in, just as quickly, want out. There is a blind dog. Long as mamma is near, he is content. Her scent enough. There is this one man who thinks he can administer it all. He approves what should be deleted, deletes what needs approving. 

But hey, it’s his yard, so he thinks. 

Let him think.

That way we don’t have to.