The vegetable garden has been keeping me up at night
with its meowing. They’re probably hungry
but is it my place to feed them?
I will not be held accountable
despite the protestations of the yellow jackets
who buzzed in a few days ago
and now refuse to leave the seat down.
I know as well as the next health care professional
that dislodging their blue memories
could be hazardous to the photomontage
hanging unassumingly over the mantel.
I’ll try that number again later but right now
I think I’ll whack a few weeds before
the ice-cream truck’s final sweep through the cul-de-sac.
