My family used to wander here,

And always found some food,

But now we’re left with little cheer,

It’s dampened my good mood.

The gate was open wide today,

And I could walk right in,

The luscious shrubs appeared to say,

“Don’t bite me, it’s a sin.”

 

I tasted one and found it tart,

Went on to try the tree,

I opened up my mouth to start,

When people frightened me.

They took my picture as I ran,

Toward the open gate,

I need to make it, if I can,

I hope I’m not too late.

This buck had come in through the front gate and luckily found the back gate which we had quickly opened for its escape.