Just a casual rambling thought, kinda lame

That stray cat is making figure eights around your ankles.
Local boys are revving diesel clouds into the air
That front porch is the cozy rut we’ve both been needing
I even grilled our Sunday meatloaf out there.
Maybe buying that refurbished stove will drive us both inside
But I’m thinking this tradition will stick
We may gut this house and rebuild every wall
But this box-seat observatory made it our pick.
Miller high life cans sit single-file on the low wall.
Hours pile up in the ashtrays in a slow burning glow.
We’ve both seen enough houses to seem all the same,
But when you’ve found a home, you know.