A Place For Animals

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