Nature And Luck Poem by Connetta Jean

In the woods
Benieth honeysuckle vines
i found a bucket
tattered and torn..
(i did not disturb it's time there..)
small animals know
the sound of rain..
tapping a tin roof....
cool in the summer
benieth the folage,
a safe place to hide.
soon it would be covered
in brier's and twisted vines
hidden from sight........
through summer
and Autumn..
Keeping warm and dry
through winter's time....
frozen in ice
and snow...
where large teeth
and claws
can not carry it away.....
how could i disturb
this resting place
created by Nature
and luck...