‘Twas the night before Yesterday, when out in the farm
A tiny young deer came looking, looking
She was walking so softly, so softly with care,
Her Momma had said be gone —not here;
Being lonely, so lonely she came searching, searching wanting to be fed;
When out next to the trash can there arose such a clatter,
Boomer sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away, away out the back door he flew
Scaring a raccoon so lively and quick.
And then, in a twinkling, the tiny young hooves
Following the raccoon with hooves that go click!
Love,
Linda
P.S. We think the Momma deer has told this young doe it’s time to leave. She is very determined to hang around our farm house and in the farm yard (there go all my flowers, but oh, well). Terry thinks come spring she will move back up to the Upper End or over by the equipment. Until then she is determined to hang around here. Really not very afraid of Boomer. She is afraid of the lights suddenly turning on.
P. P. S.S. A pretty bad poem. Chuckle!
Life on a Colorado Farm 