My Yew

Deer stick to the forest,
Well... mostly they do,
But last winter a shortage
Of tasty greens grew,
And only got worse
As the frozen winds blew...
And that’s when they started
To chew on my yew!

“A landscaping disaster!
My front yard looks like poo!”
I cried out the next Spring,
My face turning blue.
“When winter returns, oh, what will I do
To keep hungry critters
From munching my yew?”

I wrapped them in burlap
And tarp, colored blue
Till only their green tippy tops
Showed through.
And then fell the snow-
That protected them too.

I’m the winner so far
But the thieves leave a clue
By their hoofprints which circle
And run my yard through
That it’s painfully clear
I can’t bid them adieu.

“Dear deer, don’t even try
It’s a move you will rue
Stay out of my yard
AND DON’T CHEW ON MY YEW!”