The squirrel, with its impudent tail,
scampers up the newly lush tree, showing off
as if it owns the entire garden.
The shed, with its failing structures,
leans too far into the neighbouring wood, knowing
the next door will lay into it soon.
The moss, with its fluffy yet treacherous mould,
spreads across stones like a fungus, meandering
as it pretends nonchalance, but failing.