Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Apples Deer and I Share

apple cobbler
yes, I see it oozing with sweet cinnamon sauce
rising from the cracks of the earth pan,
to greet me, smells heavenly.

I can hardly wait to dab on ice cold
frozen vanilla ice cream, 
combination of hot and cold
I can get, only from pie and ice
cream or a hot fudge sundae

I do not feel guilty for stealing
apples from my deer; they have
also gotten their fill.  They have eaten
more apples than I claimed, actually.

I threw to them each one of the 
apples that had brown spots. 
And they had eaten a bunch that
got ripe and fell onto the ground
before I got to them.  

The apple tree I planted as a neonate
eleven years ago has pleased
the deer and I both today.

 I consume my tasty cobbler in a farm hand way,
as if it is my last meal. I am
older, so maybe it is; good for the deer.

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M. L. Kiser December 12, 2018 at 6:08 AM That makes me want apple cobbler and my last apple tree died a couple of years back. The squirrels eat all of the pears and cherries so, I guess I'm stuck with canned fruit. Oh well, have some real cobbler for me, will ya? Caren Krutsinger December 12, 2018 at 6:28 AM Go get some apples. They sell them in the produce aisle now.

Wren Rushing December 11, 2018 at 1:36 PM That cobbler sounds delicious Caren. The squirrels eat my pears but I don't mind sharing. Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2018 at 7:44 PM I let the deer have so much it is ridiculous, but I still have deer. Saw a mommy and her fawn today around 4:30.

Heidi Sands December 10, 2018 at 4:53 PM Oh wow. That sounds good Caren! :) Nicely done. Caren Krutsinger December 10, 2018 at 7:13 PM Thank you Heidi. I force myself to think of ten poems a day, and I get pretty low on ideas sometimes. But deer, and apples and cinnamon, three of my favorite things. It made sense to me.