Crying This Morning

Therapy in Poems

By Mary J Williams ©

I am crying this morning

Because what do I see

Not a single bird

Is visiting me.

The feeders are empty

So, the critters stay away

But that means the birds

Will also make hay

Put up with the critters?

Let them tear up my stuff?

All my hard work

Gee, that would be tough

I want my tomatoes

And my peppers too

Those critters destroy

They do, they do, they do!

How long can I hold out?

Are my other words

I’m sure it won’t be long

Before I feed my birds

Then the critters come back

and tear stuff up on the deck

I will get ticked off

And I will be totally upset

My brother says poison them

I don’t think I could

And I know you, my friends,

Don’t think I would

Ah, this is hard

I know what is right

Put the bird food out

And the critters win the fight

I forgot about the “Critter Ridder”

I must give it a try

At least keep Raccoons away

So, I can tell them bye, bye!

These poems are getting longer

Because I am so upset

Therapy is what it’s called

Critters won’t win, not yet!