Borderland

I live on the border between wilderness and town,
Forest spreads above me, fenced yards going down.
Sweet rocket and conifers climbing up the hill,
My gardening neighbor bends plant life to his will.
Marmot, bear, and porcupine wander hillside free,
Raven, owl, and heron, each choosing her own tree.
And just across the street, behind the well trimmed hedges,
Birds in cages, dogs on leashes, cats on window ledges.
And I live on the border and choose which side to see.
It suits me to my very depth; both sides are part of me.