Feeding time

On waking, I feed the cats, 

But looking out the window 

I see the bird feeders are empty, 

So I step outside to fill them, 

And at the bottom of the steps 

There stands a doe, her white fur 

Gilded by the morning sun. 

“Hello, deer,” I say, 

And “where’s your little boy?” 

But she won’t tell me where 

She’s tucked him in; Just stands there, 

Waiting patiently while I pour the birdseed in, 

Watching with her trusting eyes 

 Till I go inside to grab a bunch of peanuts 

 And toss them into the grass for her to feast on. 

I cannot feed the world, 

But at least I can feed my gentle neighbors.