Sitting on a parrot green branch in another park (still in the making) was preempted by a sleeping dog near it. The park is still making. The man who is building the park is biding.
I am back to the old green one. A man sits on the neighbour bench making nostril noises. He is biding till his lungs are full with wind .
Biding time , your old poet says. The poem of today was his biding. The dog in the other park near the parrot green bench was biding . The man in the Municipality who is making the park is biding.
Biding is an organic thing.