Yearlings

 Yearlings


Yearling deer have little fear

Compared to their mother

Today I went to fill the bird feeder

And came upon one I did not bother

He gazed at me but did not run

Until what I was doing I got done

Then left awhile until I made a pile

A pile of birdseed for the Big Birds

He must have gotten the word out

For two of his pals came on out

Followed by the rest of the herd

Today I counted six more deer

Who again showed little fear

Until the buck appeared

Then, white tails up, they disappeared

While the buck gleaned the rest of the seed

The Big Bird seed


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