Today Deer Tomorrow . . .

 Spring

Spring is sprung.

Harbinger

For me it is the first crocus

On the Wet Coast I call home.

In the West Kootenays where

I grew up

Bare pavement and the

Appearance of the first

Bicycle signalled Spring.

The grass is riz.

Busi-ness

For landowners, like

My friend Gerry,

It signals long months

Of lawnmower stories.

Another friend, Al,

Professional gardener

Awaits the time of planting

Making beds afresh

To receive new plants.

I wonder where the birdies is?

Musing

I sit in my

Powered chair.

Look out my

Studio window.

I see the deer,

My eco-frienidly

Lawnmowers,

Munching peacefully.

But, where are the birds?

Postscript

Today I visited Your Dollar Store With More and bought . . .
a bird feeder.
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