I am but a fence post
Mobile I am not
The existence of my presence
Not known by a lot
Except by the spider
Who’s web is attached
To snare a young fly
And so be dispatched
I am the fence post
That watches over the pond
Patiently waiting
For times come and gone
I see the doe, the yearling fawn
The cat tails and the clover
And behind me lies the flowerbed
That’s all but been grown over
I am the prominent fence post
My presents here they need
The ground squirrel to perch
To munch upon a seed
A home to the grub
The beetle and gnat
My friend a wren
And upon me he’s sat
Solitude my friend
My neighbors are few
But to all that have passed
I’ve been in view
I’ve been adorned
By birds and the squirrels
With white splotches and lumps
From the seeds they’ve unfurled
My job here is a
Perch for to sit
To silently watch
And be covered in….
