garden scraps

sun bleeding through leaves

skeletons illuminated in midday light

trees reaching the tallest of heights 

it's strange how they breathe

a bird bathes in a half-full dog bowl

diving in

then it shakes its wings

it flies away 

leaving nothing but ripples

she picks my sweet fruit

ripe and ready for only her

take all i bare

i grew for you

we coexist 

like a winter breakfast

like the way eggs, gooey and golden

melt into soft bread and hot bacon