Oh the beautiful creatures. . .
Oh the delicious scandalous creatures!
Here they are leisurely parading along the hill
right across from our house.
They look at me and say,
"See this rump roast you don't get to eat?"
"How about all the steaks I might make?"
Oh they are warped creatures indeed.
How cruel they are to taunt me such.
During hunting season, they were singing a different song.
It was more along the lines of the Gingerbread Man.
All joking aside,
I am truly blessed to live in such a place
and am extremely grateful.