white lions, blue truck

The week after Ethnic Fest on the last weekend of July, the park department put up chain link fence. At the pond, thick white gravel over the grass makes a driveway for their trucks.
I got a newsletter mailing about the Thanksgiving Bird Count. (What about November?)Until August15, gardeners watch for hummingbird nests when they prune.
Today a blue Mack truck drove past and reappeared by the yellow claw at the lions. The yellow claw had stopped with a large square piece of hedge. It rotated the claw around and dropped the piece in the truck back. The claw driver kept picking up hedge pieces close to the white lion, it seemed he could tell there was no danger. When the claw rotated all the way around, rotated the last hedge piece back around past the lions, dropped the piece into the truck back, lowered the claw back down, just for a moment it touched the lion's pedestal.
Some people, myself included, had mentioned the hedge during public meetings. Long ago as a child I saw the complication at the edge of our gravel street, which without any cement curb became a parking. Language existed. It exists when we try to protect a park from intrusion. The hedge had formed a physical, non-verbal definition of the word park - enclosure.