Mid-October, you came to me all alone--
After eating,you would peck and move around stones.
You would walk around the dead-end road--
Near sunset,you would enter the woods so bold.
You were small, but I fed you well--
2 kids with b-b guns were after you and one fell.
Shoot only targets, I yelled and they seemed to hear--
From them you need no longer fear.
You grew fast with crunched peanuts and seed--
Every morning, you would show up indeed!
Then one morning,a 2 year old was with you--
Now you would survive, this I instantly knew.
Ghost--you now had a mentor and would live--
He also came in and for him seeds I would give.
The food in the small woods would not last--
I already knew that to Bald Hill,you two would move fast.
There is no hunting there and a fine 2 year old you must be--
I hike the woodsroad up,for you, I hope to see.
Perhaps you will remember my voice-- and look long my way--
Maybe you will gobble and near to my lawn you will stay.
Hope members enjoyed that. I thought that up just this morning--Quavers.
