Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
Living under our own roof, a family is here.
Is this now a duplex?
Of this, I am not clear.
Gardeners employed, are near the grapes; residing.
Real estate; midst tasty food.
With neighbors, they are fighting.
The cottages are also full; loud music fills the day.
Inhabited by "pest control,"
A steady job; I know they'll stay.
With tenants so abundant, the CITY may have words:
The populous, I can't deny;
This place is for the birds.