ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Camouflaged right in the forefront, hidden there among the weeds,
Obscured from anyone’s vision, his countenance supercedes,
The morsels of remaining corn, become his holiday feast,
But no one sees that he is there, no animal, man or beast,
He blends right into the landscape, except the red on his head,
Safe for today as he nibbles, tomorrow he may be dead.