The Power of the Pen

What’s on my mind? There’s an unfenced hay field not far from our house. Deer used to wander all over that field. It was their buffet; it was their bed; it was their special spot to poop-poop-a-doo. 

The owner stuck a sizeable sign in the field. It looks scrawled - even crayoned. Nothing fancy. It reads: 

NO TRESPASSING.

HAY FIELD. 

Y’ know ... I haven’t seen a dear hit that hay field since. Whoever the owner of that field is, I’d like him or her to make a sign for our garden, too.

© Nicole Parton, 2019