My Backyard

Warm as a blanket on a cold night, cooped up in bed.                           

The warped wall towering over me like I’m nothing.

The smell of a mango smoothie calling my name.

The sound of my dog barking at the greedy cockatoos.

I can taste the sweat dripping off my tied face.

The smell of freshly cut grass as I walk up to the spot.

I smash the ball just to see it soar over the crossbar and over the fence.

That’s another ball lost off to the shops.