Voracious is his appetite
For that which scurries in his sight
Inside this little acre’s banks
He finds the bellies, cheeks, and flanks
Sees them, pounces, and devours
The mouse and mole, their final hour
I see this each and every day
The perch, the drop, death’s cruel play
Tragic yes, for those that nourish
Needed though, so he may flourish
One harsh truth, it’s not their living
It’s in their death that they are giving
Real worth and value to their kind
The ones we humans often find
Stuck on traps of glue or worse
Death by bird? Or a sticky hearse
What can I say? Was a slow day in the newsroom!
16 thoughts on “V I S I T O R S”
He is a daily presence that makes the same ol’ view from my chair a bit easier to take. and yeah, wow indeed. 🙂
I meant to say more but somehow it went poof after I just squeaked out a wow! I am glad that Mother Nature has sent you a visitor and an entertainer! 🙂
I’m glad too. A bright spot me thinks! 🙂
Best poem I’ve read in ages… and those pictures are priceless. Wow SB, you surprised me with this, I don’t remember the last poem from you… I really don’t.
May there be more slow days in the newsroom.
FYI, I have to send you an e-mail…. looking for your address.
Aw, thanks NB. You’re right…the poetry room has been shut for quite a while, don’t even remember opening it for this one, but it felt good. And I love when photographic ops show up in my back yard…think I’m going to really enjoy this area once I can get my but up and out. 🙂 oh, and as you know by now, got the email. Thank you
Love to see both more poems and photos from you, SB.
Thanks Trent, whatever comes up will see the light. 🙂
He is flippin’ beautiful…I’m aware they don’t necessarily bode well for our smaller neighborhood critters, but he is really something to behold (when he’s not eating_..xo
lol. fortunately Mim, I’ve only seen him ‘at lunch’ once…and that was enough! he doesn’t use silverware if you know what I mean!
Damn Rhonda… that poem is just brilliant… I hope you have more slow days in the news room…
Oh, thanks bulldog…that means a lot. Truly. And while I haven’t enjoyed many such days of late, I’m with you..hope there are more of them and the poetry door remains open for a while longer. I’ve missed it. xo
I LOVE him (and your cleverness!)
😉 Thanks Jules. Enjoy your little break, see ya when you return. xoxo
I’ll keep in touch via FB
good, then I’ll see you there. 🙂