My terrace and green

My terrace and a little green in front of it. My life on that green. I age fifty years every time I sit here; it is my favorite place.

I always get to share this green: Each time there is one hopping, watching; assessing. They must live quite close (maybe somewhere in the green). Last year, last week (whatever) I gave them bread.

Mother appears; she packs Christmas from the terrace. Nico atento; wants to star again. Mother hands him the script; he just shakes his tail. I swear I would pay to see them always.