Saturday, November 22, 2014

While I stand guard

As daylight descends,
beyond the trees
church spires are back lit
from beams of the sleepy sun.

Shadows are cast,
in the garden
along a known path
a creature sniffs the wind.

Slowly he hops,
towards the remains
of a voracious feed
scattered upon the snow.

Wisps of fur,
are supply outlined
with each moving muscle
as he nibbles slowly.

Pooka has returned,
for the winter
he will dine grandly
while I stand guard.  


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    1. Thank yee Michelle. I am partial to the creatures who come by even though they don't leave a tip, humph! :)


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