A Woodland Home

 A Woodland Home

As life is awakened in the warming days of spring,

As migrant flyers arrive and of their long travels sing,

The woodland host greets them in its best emerald bling.

A curtain seems to close on our edge of the woods,

A leafy mantle shelters unseen, nesting broods,

High-rise homes for the birds, and a vast store of foods.

Look through breaks in the trees where in the winter was seen

A hungry herd of deer searching for anything green,

The woods now abundant for their green food to glean.

Our woods is their woods, to animals a home,

Mostly hidden to humans, unless known by their roam,

A safe place for nestlings until they’re more grown.