The Way of It.

The Way of It.    (5/2023)

This morning’s coffee revealed the pillage.

Bird Feeder crashed to the ground,

Some reassembly now required.

The hummer’s nectar guzzled dry,

No bee guard can stop you.

And by the fence one hosta flattened

By a well fed marauder no doubt.

So this evening I watch and see.

Those dark shining eyes plead innocence.

One must survive, you know.

And that, dear masked raider of the night,

Is indeed the way of it.

One must survive, we know.

You are forgiven.

Now SCRAM!!