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

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,

mid-chew, one can still

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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the twin dogwoods in

the twin dogwoods in
our backyard play hide-and-go-
seek with each other,

like siblings, hoping to catch
a glimpse of a white-tailed deer
.
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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