Garden Negotiations

We have been talking
the Wren and I, 
and have agreed
to divide the garden.


I think we have agreed
the hedge is his along
with it’s spiders 
and all invertebrates 


that live therein.
The compost heaps 
are his, and all the
cracks in all the trees.


I keep the shed and
it’s appurtenances
except the fork,
which we share week


about, for garden work, 
and as a platform 
for territorial singing.
I keep the washing line


which he disdains, 
the patio and chairs,
the water tank.
I keep the vegetables,


flowers and fruit, again
of no interest to him, 
although I notice
there are new clauses


about limited weeding,
rights of way and 
access-windows.
I have signed nothing yet.