The family of deer living back in our yard
Who robbed the bird feeder from time to time
Have not shown their faces in recent weeks
But we know they are close, and keep up our guard
Trudging out in the dark to collect the feeder
Safely bringing it in night after night.
As daylight breaks, we hear the birds tweet
As if to say where are you and where is our seed.
The cardinal, pure red, is perched on the top
Waiting patiently for someone to come
Other birds flutter across back & forth
We’re coming already!
She loved to watch those birds!
At least she didn’t shoot at the deer. I ended up cutting the BB gun story from the eulogy.
(Three of her 8 shots touched.)