Write two haiku about: the gate.
Another warm spring day here, which allowed us to have our first lunch on the deck. Max was deeply distracted by a large truck up the street, but otherwise he ate most of his meal and seemed to enjoy being out there again.
Work this evening was uneventful and therefore passed quite slowly. That's all right though, as I'm now down to three or four shifts before I'm finished there in favour of working on our farm for the next three seasons.
Though my kind is not
welcome, I peer through the gates
while cursing my horns
* * *
Beyond the iron
birds sing, butterflies flutter...
and I've lost my key.