The flowers in my neighbor’s yard

Are courteous to strangers,

They nod their heads in greeting

Every time I happen to pass by.

 

The maple trees lining the road

Take pride in the shades they cast.

They keep their leaves still

So no sunlight can get through.

 

The crow perched on a branch

And waiting for a speeding car

To run over a squirrel or a cat,

Looks resigned to a long wait.

 

The dogs I meet pretend to be vicious,

Before confessing they are lonely,

For which a tickle behind the ear

And a stroll with me does wonders.