Wood Nymph
Tara's Secret
Our farm, Tara, needs lots of work.
We feed the wildlife every day.
All the patches are staggered
so everone can munch away.
We throw corn to the deer
and they know when it is lunch.
The deer are seen watching,
waiting for us to leave-
so they can go out and munch.
If we could only educate them
to wait until the patches mature,
they could have a smorgasbord;
and enjoy their food for sure.
We always loose the fight
and have begun to accept the fact.
They are always curious and waiting
to silently steal a snack.
We feed the wildlife every day.
All the patches are staggered
so everone can munch away.
We throw corn to the deer
and they know when it is lunch.
The deer are seen watching,
waiting for us to leave-
so they can go out and munch.
If we could only educate them
to wait until the patches mature,
they could have a smorgasbord;
and enjoy their food for sure.
We always loose the fight
and have begun to accept the fact.
They are always curious and waiting
to silently steal a snack.
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Tara`s Secret
Tara`s Secret
