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
Remarkable piece, great flow and the visuals....well as I said..Remarkable! ! ! fantastic poem, really enjoyed your creation all the very best J.L
A very funny verse Richard and you have described each scene perfectly. Excellent work. Andrew
Hello again Richard friend. Wow, a very nice read. You keep writing like this and I will have to come and spend a few days at the lake. Good job! LC
Hilarious Richard, I loved this story. Wonderfully written and a joy to find. Loved the last two lines especially. Great poem. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem and a great title. sounds like a great place to be