Shawn Daniels Poet Light Verse

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

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