These old bones of mine are carrying less weight
though my heart grows heavier each day
broken open by a world of suffering
from losses, confusion, and catastrophes
Yet there are moments of wonder
in the most unlikely of places
A doe munching sunflower seeds
from the perfectly positioned bird feeder
undisturbed by floodlights last night
as the motion detector on my porch triggers
when I emerge from my side door
She briefly acknowledges my presence with a gaze,
and rotates her amazing ears when I speak softly
to let her know she has nothing to fear
When she’s had her fill of seeds, she bends down
and selectively samples the offerings
from the neglected garden below
and quietly disappears behind old trucks
into the brush by a stream
that surfaces just here in this neighborhood
before it goes underground on its journey
to share its water with the superior lake in the east
Who would believe a tiny open field
in an urban neighborhood
could host a never-ending variety of visitors –
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skunks, rabbits, pigeons, crows, squirrels, and songbirds
while the music of crickets fills the air
welcoming the imminent arrival of autumn
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No matter the times. good or bad, happy or sad,
there are the squirrels feeding on whats left.
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Ah, so true, Eddie. Thank you for making me smile. 💜
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The king of his domain. They have so much personality. Thank you for sharing and providing a moment of escape. We saw our first squirrel show up in our neighborhood this year. Probably do you to the new bird feeder I put out. The squirrel was brazen. Three of our cats surrounded him/her at which time it was made clear he did not like being disturbed at lunch.. The cats licked their prideful wounds and returned to their places of slumber.. wishing you a wonderful weekend my friend!
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Thank you so much for your lovely comments, Ray, and for sharing your delightful experiences with your new bird feeder! Squirrels are indeed brazen when it comes to their commanding defense of food sources. I have watched them grab little green tomatoes, and baby squashes and cucumbers. This year, though, they left a present in return – a huge sunflower that grew from one of the seeds they buried in the tomato garden!
Sending my best wishes to you, dear friend. 💜
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You know, you’re right. Despite all the building/development that humans do, somehow a decent variety of animals continue to live in these over-developed areas. Hi Carol. Take care. Neil Scheinin
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Ah, Neil, it’s so good to hear from you! Thank you for sharing your thoughtful observations about the presence of our animal friends even in built-up urban environments. For me, they are a never-ending source of wonder and amusement, although I admit I made a hasty retreat from a skunk a few evenings ago when she eagerly approached me in the twilight hours.
Sending my best wishes to you! 💜
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Lovely, Carol… ❤ xo
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Thank you, dear Bette. 💜
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Wonderful post. That’s a big squirrel. Take care friend.
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Bob. Squirrels here tend to be well-fed, although this year there seem to be fewer of them. In other years, they have harvested tomatoes, squash, and cucumbers before I could get to them. This year they have focused on bird feeders!
Sending my best wishes to you, dear friend. 💜
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Beautifully written, Carol. I often see these same creatures in my suburban yard (except for skunks, of which I see enough of the human variety to make up for the absence of wild ones). 😉
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Mister Muse, and for adding adding a touch of your delightful humor. (Honestly, I prefer real skunks more than I do the human stinkers.)
Sending my best wishes to you. 💜
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Beautiful, Carol. And as wise as it is beautiful.
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Thank you so much for your kind and lovely comments, Paul. It’s a gift to hear from you! Sending my best wishes. 💜
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Thank you so much for your kindness. Best wishes to you too, Carol. Stay safe!
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Beautiful post, Carol. You honor the wonderful creatures who live in places we don’t and I feel they know they are safe with you. These sentiment beings read our energy…and know us often better than we know ourselves. Wishing you well, my friend. 💜
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Dear Carrie, I am deeply grateful for your kind, supportive presence in my life. Thank you, dear friend. Sending my best wishes to you. 💜
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This year Tubularsock’s garden produced so many tomatoes that Tubularsock LET the squirrels have their share rather than running them off.
The first time Tubularsock had two tomato plants grow 7’ tall. Each of them produced enough tomatoes to feed most of India! But because of tomato jet lag Tubularsock gave them to all the neighbors instead.
The rest of the garden over did itself as well and Tubularsock attributes all this to the Covid shut down. Way less pollution ….. both air and noise. So much so that the birds started up singing in the morning again.
Unfortunately people are moving again ……. will we ever learn?
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Thank you for sharing your garden experiences, Tube. It’s so interesting to hear about your tomatoes. So many people here, including me, have had a similar abundance of tomatoes from monstrous plants. Your observations about the impact of the COVID shutdown are also interesting! The paper factory in my neighborhood closed permanently, and traffic has been significantly reduced. The air has definitely been more breathable!
It’s hard to for me to guess what the future will bring. Your final question is at the heart of the challenges we face! Will we ever learn?
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This is so sweet and full of cute little details. ❤
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Thank you for your kind and lovely comments, Shruba. 💜
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What a lovely poem, my friend! I hope you are well–and teaching! Is the school year on computer screens for you, or in a classroom? My sons are on computers, but my daughter’s in a classroom. I’m praying all can be in a classroom soon. Otherwise, we are well here–not necessarily sane, but I think a little insanity keeps the imaginations lively, lol.
Your poem reminds me how lovely it is to live in little farming communities. We are each of us in our own little dens here, gathering food as best we can, just as the foxes, deer, turkeys, and cranes are around us. One of my favorite sounds in the morning is the family of cranes who often fly over us to enjoy the river two blocks away. Such moments warm a tired heart, indeed. x
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And such magic those visits bring!
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