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Inspired by one of our should-we-pave-(or tidy-up, or add something to the ruts in) the-driveway discussions I was reminded of my fascination with invisible structures (clever nests, ancient walkways of pebbles, permeable pavings) and said fascination juxtaposed itself (like a cat settling in for a cozy curl-up) with the idea of far-point pollution of Rock Brook by fertilizer, bacteria, and animal waste. (And then Horned Larks horned into the idea.) (a 420-character, 9-line poem)
(super son-in-law at end of driveway that’s oft discussed but never acted upon) Moats of grass, clover-dirt, & pebbles surround my nest & allow rainwater to percolate out its airborne…