poetry and prose about place

dear deer

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This year, I moved our feeders to our front yard.

They are not so easy to see from the house, although I have a good view from the window of our library.

feeders in front yard

The deer have liked the new feeding station.  We see them almost every day.  They empty the feeder too quickly and also visit the compost pile.  We don’t deliberately feed the deer, but they visit the feeders anyway.

deer in yard


deep and delicate,  hoof print

evidence, this space is shared


deer, eat peelings by moonlight

one floor up, we sleep, unaware


lulled by winter carbs

carrots and potatoes in the supper stew


deer pauses to look back

Copyright  Jane Tims  2013

Written by jane tims

January 21, 2013 at 7:17 am

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  1. I love that last look at the deer and feeders. The deer looks as though it has been caught with its hoof in the cookie jar. lol! Love the poem. I, too, am lulled by winter carbs. (I’m not sure that’s a good thing.)



    January 29, 2013 at 5:52 pm

    • Hi Robin. I had opportunity for some lovely closeups, but I turn the camera off instead of taking the photo!!! Jane


      jane tims

      January 29, 2013 at 6:57 pm

  2. How sweet that you have deer feeders up there, Jane!! The deer must love coming around your place, how lucky you are to have such beautiful wildlife so close by. Cheers for winter in all of its loveliness….



    January 22, 2013 at 10:40 am

  3. I love it! The poem is sweet and lulling, quiet like the snow. I like that both the humans and the deer are both happily digesting. Nice images as well!



    January 21, 2013 at 10:52 am

    • Hi. Glad you like the poem. Thanks for thes specific comments!!! I love living in a place where we see deer regularly. Jane


      jane tims

      January 21, 2013 at 2:54 pm

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