The Morning Feeding
I open up the door
To the early morning sky
Out of no where all of you arrive
Coming out of the wood works for all to see
One hundred deer and yes some Bambi's
Big bucks come running from all over the realms
To my back door where I dwell
With a bucket of wheat in my hands
Dropping little piles of it on little tiny pads
Of brick that make up my back porch where I occasionally sit
While the rest of the deer start to forage
I lower my bucket down almost to the ground
Some many deer all around
Two does come up and start eating the wheat
Almost against my big feet
I tilt the bucket a little more
Their heads go in and keep bobbing for more
I turn around and offer another
And to other doe start fighting another
So I decide to just pour it on the ground
And watch them gather all around
Twenty-Five bucks and at least one hundred does
With seven Bambi's among their flow
They eat all the wheat up then go
Hopping back to the trees just a little ways below
And they all bed down to await the next feast
Right there again at my feet
Copyright © Shawn Daniels | Year Posted 2016
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