Harbinger

Editors note. This poem was written by a resident of the Allegheny River watershed who wishes to remain anonymous.

Harbinger

No amphibians(at least in abundance).  Few toads.  No flies until last 
 week in Sept-horrible for 3 wks and gone.  Ticks galore!  Little 
 woodlots I ride through-silent.  No bugs on pasture weeds when I 
 brush-hogged.  Few bees, like 5.  Feeder birds down 70% at least right 
 now.  And now this.  I’m not a fan of feral cats, yet I resist doing 
 something about them as well as woodchucks.  There are too many feral 
 cats around here.  So before they are accused of songbird death-get 
 this.  One has “adopted” spaces tight in against the house.  This is the 
 third day in a row it has come to the birdfeeder-not to kill 
 birds-although should the opportunity present-but to eat the seed that 
 has dropped.  And I mean eat it, like it was steak.  So-where have all 
 the little mice gone…it’s rare to have them either in the woodpile or 
 barn now. I don’t see them at all and I should.   Is that why the ticks 
 are choosing us?  The horse stepped on a large ring-neck snake and 
 killed it.  Its body did not decompose for almost a month-acted like it 
 was perfectly preserved.  No flies.

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