Apples Deer And I Share
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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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