Enemy at the Gates
Geez, you HAD to pose for me, didn’t you? And, NO, you are NOT cute and cuddly. D’ya hear me? You really aren’t. You steal all the bird food, including the suet, from my friends and make holes all over the yard trying to find all the spoils you buried the week before. And what’s with the chicken bones that I keep finding under the hemlock tree? Where the hell are you getting chicken bones for chrissake? You and I . . . we need to learn how to make peace somehow. (Why don’t you stay in Evelyn’s yard? )
I know! Just stay behind the gates–anything out there is game. OK?
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