The buck in the garden
Chewing up hard earned
His antlers raise,
His ears perk up, as
He realizes we watch
From afar.
Soon he sprints away,
Relief floods in,
The garden is intact
And yet we wait,
Each day to see, if
A wonder of nature
Will reappear.


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