January 2023
On the other side of the fence, I can hear them rustling in the leaves on the ground.
There’s a flap of wings, a coo, more leaves rustling.
I wonder why there’s so many leaves. 🤔
My neighbours must have not swept up their yard, I think.
There’s a bang inside our house. Andrew clears his throat.
More birds coo.
A fly buzzes around my right ear then flies away. A car with its stereo blasting loudly drives by.
A truck. A car. Another car.
A bird calls.
Silence.
More leaves rustling.
Someone out in the street sneezes.
A door slams. Footsteps outside my hammock cocoon.
Banging in the garage.
Andrew decides to clean the drains of dead leaves and debris near me.
Guess no siesta for me.



