Someone saw a cougar in the parking lot of the medical school yesterday.
Today I ate a sour cherry from the tree in my side yard where there are no cougars.
The neighbor has somehow gotten
my trees to stop growing over his property without being too obvious about it.
On my lot we have trees gone wild.
On his every leaf gets picked up.
It’s like Shakespeare said, all the world is a stage and we all have our corner of it
where we strut and fret for an hour.
And pick cherries.