Sharing My Garden
They parade around, over, under and through.
They eat the produce they want, their rent long overdue.
The deer go for the corn, and bash my feeders against the trees.
The cardinals and blue jay are screeching, “Stop if you please!”
Butterflies, wasps, and bees flock to my garden in twos and threes.
They do not eat much, pollinate and nibble a bit, putting me at ease.
Opossum and raccoons are nocturnal, so should only be here at night.
I have caught them eating my potatoes at two p.m. so that is not right.
Bunnies nibble on lettuce, waiting for carrots to pop out of the ground.
I pull in creatures and critters like pot belly pigs from miles around.
Aren't these pigs supposed to be catered to inside a house?
Many are dumped in the country by a non-thinking-tired-of-you louse.
In my garden I find lady bugs, grasshoppers, snakes and more.
They share in the delight of my vegetables and pretty flowers galore.
I share with them because there is a lot of Snow White in thee.
When I get to heaven, maybe these critters will be sharing with me.
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