INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE HOUSESITTER — Summary

If the door has blown closed, open it. You do not need a key. Feed the birds. There is seed in the blue jar.

Pick the apples, eat the cherries. Make wine from the grapes. Do not eat the yellow pears for they are bitter.

The garden is full of deep green weeds. Cook them in oil. They will make you strong.

When dew shines on the leaves go out and wet your feet. The copper basin holds rainwater to wash your hair.

Milk the goats at sunrise and sunset. Drink what you like and make the cheese.

The dogs will kiss you awake. The cats will sing you to sleep.

They will tell you what they wish to eat. They will tell you what to dream.

At midnight, the owls will come. The great gray owl will speak. Listen.

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Written as a list of instructions, the poem begins like a practical note left for a stranger, but it slowly turns into something closer to an invitation. The speaker tells the housesitter to feed the birds, pick the fruit, milk the goats, and cook the weeds in the garden. Even the small warnings, like avoiding the bitter yellow pears, sound friendly rather than strict. The speaker seems generous and trusting, even leaving the door unlocked.

As the poem goes on, the tasks give way to something stranger and more magical. Dew, rainwater, and kissing dogs make the house feel like part of the natural world. By the end, the animals tell the sitter what to dream, and a great gray owl speaks at midnight. The final word, "Listen," shifts the tone from cozy to quietly mysterious. The mood is calm, sensual, and a little enchanted, as if the housesitter is being asked to care for the place and also to be changed by it.

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