Country City
Outside my office window there are sounds of a raccoon outside. It is on the roof then it's in a tree. Clicking in racoony. He climbs the tree and distracts me from pseudo research.
There is a a squirrel that chills on our front steps devouring pine cones. The porch and steps are littered with little pieces of pine cone. It looks like how the living room might look after Family Movie night and a toddler was involved in munching on snacks.
There is a large white rabbit hopping freely in fields of the wooded college campus not far from our home. It's both house and free rabbit. My daughter tries to out run the storm clouds as we walk back home from errands.
Bright pink flowers decorate tall bushes with extending branches.
the sound of crickets so loud it's blaring somehow we are used to it
the cicadas too loud ass folks
the spider webs everywhere
spiders outside the door
dazzling green
a pink bit of sunset intermingling with a blue gray evening sky
the home for the mental infirm live on the corner where country turns to city
the smells of the honeysuckles replaced with
beef burger french fries bus stinky
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