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