Tagged: deer
mama’s miniature
mama’s miniature
roses try not to look too
enticing to the
traveling deer, blossoms under
the chinese mahogany
.
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in the backyard at
in the backyard at
dawn, a herd of gossiping does,
late to the party
.
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at the golden hour,
at the golden hour,
you prance across the cornfields
and look back at us,
admiring the way the light
hits our faces while watching you
.
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mama’s hydrangeas,
mama’s hydrangeas,
fighting for their dear life, an
offering to our deer
.
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mid-chew, one can still
mid-chew, one can still
be vigilant, mid-thought is
a different matter
.
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half-an-hour to
half-an-hour to
sunrise, one hour before
the guests arrive in
our backyard, staying alert to
guard mama’s sweet potato leaves
.
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in the backyard, three
in the backyard, three
siblings play, testing
their boundaries –
two bucks in velvet
mark their scent,
rubbing their antlers
across our pine hedge
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: boundaries
oats, corn, soybean, oats,
oats, corn, soybean, oats,
corn, corn, corn, oats, soybean, deer! –
crossing wisconsin
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: wisconsin
this morning’s sugar
this morning’s sugar
snap peas, or what the rabbits
and the deer left us
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: left
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