Out Our Window in December

mule deer buck waking up outside our kitchen window on a December morning

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem.

I’ve been posting about our new dog, a dog we accepted because of all the wildlife invading our backyard: mule deer, stray cats, raccoons, squirrels, skunks. A dog would chase them away. Just there scent might be enough to keep them away.

Alas, no. That is not to be. Our dog is a golden doodle who loves everyone and every thing. He does no chasing. He is not a threat, although the deer do keep an eye on him when we walk by.

And so… A typical morning. Just one of the mule deer spending the night in our yard. We wouldn’t mind if they didn’t eat everything we plant. Oh well.

And so, a poem…

Poetry

Out Our Window

In a December morning
putting on the kettle
glancing out the window
at the litter of autumn leaves
where mule deer buck
also wakes up.
Sheri Edwards
12.12.23 344.365.23
Poetry/Photography