mother nature is the best squatter
she doesn’t ask permission
she doesn’t fill out any paperwork
she doesn’t care about regulations
all she does it tap tap tap gently at the windows
so softly that you in all your busy human hurry may not notice
if there is no answer, after a time,
she lets herself in
she fills your empty corners with webs
she sends a green tendril in, like a quiet poem, through the window crack
she comes in & sets up shop
soon it will be a secret garden again
like it was before
she makes herself at home
like the once & future queen
she is