ENCOUNTERS
When I see the deer in the meadow
I brake the car to stare.
They seldom allow us to know
That they like to forage there
Unlike the wild turkeys who march
Their rapidly fattening families
Into suburban backyards
Where feeders scatter down seeds.
A handsome red fox used to score
Always available dog treats
At my son-in-law’s front door
But we’ve learned to limit these
Handouts to creatures untamed.
When a moose steps over the wall
We take the flare gun in hand
To encourage him not to call.
When a burly bear knocks on
The window and breaks down the door
We know we’ve made him too welcome:
We know we’ve gone too far.
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