My Back Yard

Thumping of the ball, thump, thud, thwack,

It makes the guinea girls squeak,

A sound from a bird’s beak.

Then the hose tap starts to leak.

The birds sing, a choir,

I hear Chilli squeak her desire,

My hair blows in my face,

There’s no better place,

They're sitting down,

It's like my own town.

I go over to my guinea pig cage, and the ramp I just made,

My smile will never fade,

Here in my back-yard,

Nothing is ever hard.

So, come meet me here,

There’s nothing at all to fear,

Here right here,

Where the trees sway,

Were my breath is taken away,

Every single day.