Home?

A graffitied eyeless tarantula watches – guards
The compost bin with a placard that which looks more like it says DANGER LAND MINES
Rather than
“Cuttings, leaves and worms welcome here.”

A frayed bunting, walls and fences that disappear into the shrubbery.
There’s bark mulch underfoot – a tarp, a tyre,
Broken stones and slates – a billboard I can’t read.

The wall’s stamped with palm trees – seed sowing where everything
Sounds like a warning.