Black-Ground-with-strips-of-Snow

A tree... acorns, nuts and slugs

A sunny day and a juicy bug.

Dew on blades of grass, shines.

By 'Black-Ground-with-strips-of-snow'

Sit snacks in skin that is hard to tear

Some such skins lying just everywhere.

How I love these Iron deer

With strange round rubber hooves

Mumma said to stay away

But they leave the best snacks everyday.

Food is where the fun is

I'll head over for a peck.

Squirrel's head is lying dead.

'Black-Ground-with-strips-of-snow'

Looks smeared with all his blood.

Is it his blood or the Hawks's?

Whose feathers look strewn about?

He came to snack on Squirrel's keister

Like he did at my sister.

Or is it Deer's, whose tail I see

At the end of red rope

Piled outside his belly.

It has to be old Skunk's,

I still smell his fury.

I won't get too close

to Black-Ground-with-strips-of-snow.

Though I'd still like to know

Why only Black Ground has strips of snow.

I see no Iron deer left or right

I want to see these strips of snow.

This is not what snow is like

This is flat and not powdery white.

Why did Deer, Squirrel or Skunk cross Black Ground?

I don't know!

Chicken never crossed Black ground!

They stay away and stay sound,

Like us smart Raccoons.

SPLAT....