Garden Thieves
Garden Thieves
They come in the night
when I can’t see.
I know they do.
They leave clues for me:
Hyacinth crumbs,
ragged leaves.
Evidence of
garden thieves.
Small round droppings
give them away.
White-tailed deer
have come this way.
I wish I could see them
grazing in my yard.
Silent and wild,
visitors on guard.
© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2014, all rights reserved
Lovely, although I’m sorry about the hyacinths. I force hyacinth bulbs in the house all winter. The only wildlife I have to contend with is two spoiled cats.
I’m surprised you don’t see the deer. They don’t seem to be shy. This is a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Reminds me of the year I planted bunches of tulip bulbs, only to have the rabbits eat every last plant. (This was in Massachusetts.) I love my wildlife, but I do wish sometimes they could show a bit of consideration.
Arg those darn deer! I love when we catch a glimpse of a deer, but not if it is eating someones hyacinth! Great poem, Liz. = )