Cage

Just another ordinary day.

Sitting around reading, writing, drinking coffee; looking out the window at the garden.

The garden I'm not allowed to set foot in.

My next-door-neighbor-landlord's garden.

The garden alongside and behind my house that I can longingly look at but never touch without permission.

Did I mention there's a pond?

With koi?

I can see them through my kitchen window.

And a fountain?

I can hear it from my dining table if the house is quiet.

Which it is because we can't play our music too loud lest we disturb him.

There are sunny pathways and a perfectly pruned Japanese Maple swaying in the breeze and I just want to go out and feel the grass between my toes but I can't because I have to stay inside and tip-toe through my own house but not while wearing high-heeled shoes.

I might ruin the historic wood floors.