Roses as Garnish
Our doe has left her hoofprints
In the new snow along the driveway
Our doe has left her hoofprints
In the new snow along the driveway
On either side, the prints of her young in tow
A yearling and a spring fawn.
We call them ours
For they live in our wood,
And feed in the bogs and gardens
And steal fruit from our apple trees.
I’d buy some bags of corn
And set it out for them except
If I did the neighbors would complain
About the roses eaten as a garnish.
About the roses eaten as a garnish.
We never know, deer nor dog
Nor human being, just when to stop
Nibbling at the flowers even
When
there is plenty of corn to be had.
© by Tom King
