Buffaloberries
In the irrigated grass, down the hill
a doe stands meandering until
she senses me and Molly the dog
in the distance, we at the top of hill
she down below in a standoff of sorts
until she has enough and goes under
the three wire fence and glides over the electric fence
to the edge of the property where
buffaloberry bushes and scrub blend her
invisible to my eye so our walk can resume
In the irrigated grass, down the hill
a doe stands meandering until
she senses me and Molly the dog
in the distance, we at the top of hill
she down below in a standoff of sorts
until she has enough and goes under
the three wire fence and glides over the electric fence
to the edge of the property where
buffaloberry bushes and scrub blend her
invisible to my eye so our walk can resume
Into the pasture where the gurgle of water
rushes through plastic ditch and
boots splash in song with the satisfied loam
Molly pauses to cool her paws
always on the lookout for the wayward snake
today the shovel only is used to
deflower those invasive Canadian thistles that
easily breed like rabbits to ravish a pasture
with thorns on the thistle and deceiving purple bloom
a twist of the beauty of a wild pink rose
Poem 21-186z
#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife, #summer, #ranch_life
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