An eyesore —
that’s what it is.
Towering, gleaming
foreboding.
Where once stood
an open field,
now a large house
sits guarded by a fortress
of a fence.
The natural deer path
obliterated,
a fox den
exposed,
old growth trees
uprooted.
My mind journeys back…
The young doe,
spotted and tan,
nosed her way out of
dew-coated grass
to greet first light.
Most quiet mornings,
the verdant spot
hosted a fox or two,
a pair of gentle deer
or perhaps a family of raccoons.
Tumbling rose bushes,
creeping lavender phlox,
long, tall grass,
soft white pines
created an oasis.
For the family ensconced
in the newly constructed
dream home,
life is safe and warm.
Not so
for the animal families displaced.
When will we learn?
A Reading Life 
Good Poem but so sad! Indeed when will we learn!
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Your poem drew me in. Your choice of words so colorful and nuanced. An opinion poem, if you will. Thank you for sharing.
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I think I have read your writing about the deer, there. So I sort of feel violated, myself! Your words draw the clear image for us, of that tall white plastic wall that blindly cuts through all the animal paths and homes without any awareness. I wonder if there is a metaphor here about people excluded, too, by rich, new, “safe” communities?
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So sad when neighbors erect walls–to keep out our furry and human friends alike. (As if any of us have a right to carve out a piece of earth, throw up a fake plastic fence, and say “mine, all mine!”)
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