Your Post
In the middle of your garden
There’s a birdhouse post that’s lost
Its birdhouse and has become
A sentinel for hungry intuders
Today I am insistent on its removal
And bring the iron digger to bear,
Sweat and the strike of stone slows
My progress enough for you to come
Out of the potting shed to halt
My excavation. Your answer to my
Argument puts my position aslant:
Husbandry is not failure or success
But the ability to see what’s needed
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Very concise. Nice symbolism of a relationship. Great job.
Wise quote becomes excellent ending to this poem! Love the double meaning!!
You have a wonderful way with language and the simplicity of the moment. I love how the post has become “a sentinel for hungry intruders.”