"wire fence"

The poem is commenting on what is visible in these two photos. The vet's parking lot is to the extreme left of the photos. The yard past our back fence was as smooth as and unblemished as ours still is. My neighbour has commented on the situation previously. In the spring, his lawn is spattered with a lot of dog poop. I wish I had thought to take a picture of the tall spray of snow when it was happening; it was more than three times taller than the top of these photos. That must have been some heavy duty snow blower!

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