Snack

Yesterday I saw
that the deer
who comes through the yard
stopped and snacked on
my hosta

leaving nothing but the
central vein of
each leaf, which,
I have learned
is called the rachis

just these
rachises sticking up
where each delicious
blue-green leaf had been

Now the “blue angel”
is nothing
but a cluster of spikes,
unappetizing bits
to a deer

That’s the price
I suppose
for building my home
so close to hers

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Photo by Mary Bach

Observations

Once when I walked
through town.
People were busy living.
Streets were filled with cars,
sidewalks dotted with people.
Everyone was on the way
to somewhere else

Except for me.
I was just walking
and watching

Now, an occasional car
slips past,
sidewalks are empty.
The people are gone

except for me.
I’m just walking
and watching

 

This is for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 at Verse Escape.