Some jumbled piles of branches
Are strewn in my backyard -
Debris from stormy weather,
Yet I was caught off guard...
For munching on the branches,
A deer, in broad daylight
Had turned to see me watching
And kept me in its sight.
I left it to its business
And went inside to bake.
I checked a little later
And did a double take...
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For there, beneath a cedar,
It found a comfy nest,
And curled up quite contented,
To take a sheltered rest.
It stayed there for an hour’s time
Before it left the back.
I glanced out my front window
And halted in my tracks!
The bird bell swung in motion!
A head without a beak
Was nibbling bits of bird seed,
Slim pickin’s, so to speak.
Now is it any wonder
I have no need to roam,
When creatures of the planet
Drop by when I’m at home?