Tonight while cutting zinnia's I heard "him" laugh at me again,
I had just been wishing to see his bright red head again.
Puck W. Pecker is the name I have given him. At the pond,
up by the road has been a young spike buck and just yesterday
we saw him with a pretty little doe by his side,
will need a salt block so as to try and move him away from the
road and the hunter's of the wild things this fall.