It's a pink
		lightly so
	house, but only
with propane
		Bronco parked
	tank in the back,
the cats inside
		the dark
	wait to get out
and outside
		a feast for
	them, the house only
a home for them
		the older
	tank in the back
empty now
		the green yard
	overtaking it
Bronco parked
		kissing the porch
	with its front
bumper half-off
		and rusted
	and near death
It's beautiful
		pardon me
	this patch of
our homestead
		It's a pink
	silliness I
know but the
		propane
	fat hedgehog
understands me
		he fought me
	for a beer
cooler once
		you'd think
	he'd let me
just take it
		it was home,
	though, for him.