I build this thing behind the shirt with bricks my neighbours couldn’t use anymore.

It’s a sort of the front of a boat. That’s what it reminds me of.

There is probably a name for it, but I really don’t know about that.

Although I just finished reading Moby Dick.

Each year some bricks fall down. That’s because of the cats that think my garden is their domain.
I don’t agree with them.

& Each spring I trie to put those bricks back.
But repairing my ‘boat’ is waking up toads, sleeping underneath them during the winter.

That’s always the time of the year I decide not to dare to enter my garden again for the rest of the year.

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