The deer are here every day now.
Eating and listening and watching.
Our refuge is their refuge.
The sounds that surround us
have herded them here to our haven.
We will share, we must be fair.
My most delicate treasures will be moved
to a bunny yard without bunnies.
Saving only the best and losing the rest.
That’s where we are
and the deer are here.
FLOW
When the green shoots up the deer show up.
A pine fell and knocked down the fence around the green patch.
They started there for a snack.
Then the herd moved down the bank to the daylilies.
The big one in the front knows me.
I waved to her as she posed for my camera.
Time to fence in the expensive stuff.
I try to deter the deer, although they are dear.
FLOW
How can I withhold food from a nursing mother?
She was so hungry she came back to snack on the bank at 5:30 in the evening.
This mama is ravenous. Maybe she has twins?
I could see her milk bag as she climbed the bank.
At least she stopped and posed for me before running into the woods.
I guess I’ll just clean house and read the rest of the summer.
FLOWERLESS
floweralley 