Yes Its Feeding Time Poem by bruce meyerson

FEEDING TIME
It's hot the sun is going down like a huge orange
The grass is brown under my feet and I sweat
I look at the water; blue gray it looks cool
Yes it's feeding time

Many start to arrive, they look weary and red eyed
The day has taken its toll, they have lost the fight
The kill and the hunt is over, time to drink and rest
Yes it's feeding time

I watch standing still wondering head not moving
The queen comes down the road, smiling
Parks her car next to the pool, Angie is home
Yes it's feeding time.