A fun one. Last weekend I watched a porcupine climb down from a tree and scamper over to eat the clover in a food plot planted for the deer. There are some deeper meanings in this metaphor I am sure, but mostly it was fun thinking about all the opportunists snacking on the clover that surely they think is meant for them. I guess that is the thing about the land, it belongs to the creatures.
You Never Know Who’s Eating Your Clover
You never know who’s
eating your clover.
It’s for the deer
but the porcupine
invites himself
for a sweet salad.
Who else traipses
through the three-leaved green
and presses no tracks
into the crusty wind-dry soil?
Plant it
and they will come
the opportunists,
the amblers and foragers,
cluckers and gobblers
hungry from winter’s skinny
producing milk
for spring off-spring
and laying a creamy
clutches in the new grass.
Yes, you never know
who’s eating our clover.
