Dandy Don Poem by C R Clark

The groundhog comes each evening
And forages on the lawn
Even though he doesn’t know it
I call him Dandy Don

I’d like to tell him of his name
But, I guess it just can’t be
For, the slightest movement on my part
And Dandy Don will flee

Two mallards live here on the lake
They swim from the other shore
And lounge for hours there on the lawn
While Dandy Don explores

At times some deer will happen by
Just passing across the lawn
With no attention paid, at all
By the foraging Dandy Don

Why then is he so fearful
When I just open up the door
I guess that he, somehow, suspects
That I’m a carnivore

He wouldn’t be so worried
Even though, I do eat meat
If he could only understand
On these feet, I ain’t fleet

So, if you ever see me running
Just hide behind a tree
And don’t look for what I’m chasing
‘Cause something’s chasing me

Copyright C R Clark-4/13/2008