I Witness Poem by Dianne Feaver

I deliberately forget to fill the bird-feeder.
Instead, I wait to see you come by
faithfully returning to scoop black seed
into the old log container and place
back its comical cone hat, just so
all the while talking to the cat
who waits on the porch
anticipating the delightful moments
your comittment will bring.
And I realize the way of man and beast
I see the turn of their endless cycle,
two hunters in domestic agreement,
symbiosis at home in a blind,
one dedicated decoy,
one loaded weapon.