Almost a Short Walk

If I were not so fat I could squirm under the wire fence, and resting for a moment while leaning on the parked silver Mercedes which is always there and never seems to move I proceed. Further down the utility road (I think it is actually called that), the fire station dozes in-between periods of alarm. Just yesterday the bright red engines screamed away to put out a smoldering tabby cat, poor thing- no one knows how or why. Eventually my feet end up on the curbed edge of the usual industrial and barely ornamental pond with its rudimentary fountain. Today a white goose wanders around a plastic swan that bobs and wobbles just a bit providing the illusion of a real plastic swan. The goose is very pretty. Too pretty really.