A Place For Animals
I came upon a scene of sun
To a family of three
It was a mother and her little ones
Unaware of the likes of me
A tall straight oak they approached
Near a barbed-wire fence
With three strands instead of five
Where I put the feeder in
An eight-point buck hurried them up
And the yearlings ran away
To meet their mother somewhere other
Later in the day
A quarter past five the feeder came alive
And broadcast a handful or two
That those there somehow shared
That busy afternoon
The crows cawed at corn they saw
And flicked their feathers with excitement
With the other animals well aware
Of the feeder and its timing
The daylight slowly went away
With the deer there staying long
The curtain slowly coming down
Where they’ll eat again come dawn