Muskrats have moved on,
Resident groundhog steps in,
Browsing deer compete.
Insects eat my plants
(A mistake to call them mine?)
Ditto for mammals.
Their digestive tracts
Help to propagate the seeds
And spread them further.
Fungi break things down,
Returning the nutrients
For later rebirth.
An intricate web,
Where diversity is key,
Of which we are part.
2 comments:
The deer have decimated
the hostas again;
But in the dead garden
where all the fruits shriveled for years,
the earth infected
from bad compost,
a stand of milkweed is spreading
and I glimpse one brave, lone sprig
of rhubarb
rising from the hidden remains
buried beneath the surface.
Oooh, I like your poem better!
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