Poem #47 Visitor


He saw me first.

As I came around the corner
Of the shed he straightened up,
Looked steadily at me coming his way,
Alert, observant like a soldier on duty.

I had glimpsed him watching me
Despite being partially hidden
In the shadows of the trees.
I moved slowly, not desiring

To frighten him into flight,
Wanting to get a closer look,
Pleased he had come to visit
Our little patch of scrub.

I obviously came too close
And he bounded off away from me,
His long, curved tail counter-balanced him
As he escaped, though I meant no harm.

Come again soon.


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