Tilling

Early: goldfinches eyed potted vine. You hung suet, feeders; brought mealworms, fluff, fresh water, oranges, nectar. You steeped tea, worked. You forked. (Sweaty day for wrestling rocks and roots said your youngest cat from windowsill.)(Why I don’t said his sister bathing.)(Our better bodies said your younger dog panting from under euonymus.)(brmtrclly nstbl wthr texted your younger cat.)(Meditating here ruminated your oldest cat from under pillow.)(We think showers might offer horticultural success whispered your canaries.)(Mud too said your youngest dog hopping.)(So cooling echoed your oldest dog.) Wisteria moon embraces honeysuckle.