When the stomach is full the heart is glad. ~Dutch proverb
Here I sit, watching and waiting
For something to move in the field.
I’m not choosy; I’m not rating.
Whatever moves will be my yield.
The corn is gone and all revealed:
Tender mouse, squirrel, and bunny.
Oh happy day, the bell just pealed,
Dinner is served and it’s yummy!
Note: Poetry form is Huitain.