A Carrot Cake Tributary Visit

the fence is now made of rust the patio now has a see through floor the grass is now a mirror for the aging sun the trees are now all skeletons in the unfortunate name of abandonment the clothesline is still surprisingly intact the clothespins are now weather worn and practically useless the swing set is now a long lost distant cousin of the aforementioned fence the doghouse where slacker used to chill is now a bathroom source for many a bird a rabbit hops in here where life once was she stares at me inquisitively i wonder if miss bunny has a poem in her head or a quiet opinion well, i share with her the anecdote that i intentionally elongate