There’s a dog in the back yard
a barncat in the front, and
the only thing to get between is
rusted, broken chain-link fence
that runs along the property
line, circling the little bit we
keep all to ourselves, so that
our dog can stay in back
and all the barncats can run
unmolested just beyond the
rusted fences, hackles high
and baring teeth at all the
other dogs out on the street.
It has a certain appeal to it. Simple, but symbolic.