Adirondack chairs sit atop the centennial deck
Aimed quite directly toward a deer run
That ends on the far side of the creek.
For much of that hundred years, Ma and Pa
Would have their morning coffee in those chairs
And watch to see how many deer would drink
From the swirling water; how many brown trout
Would jump at bugs in the heat of the day;
If the occasional bear would wind his way
To the bounty in the water, taking his due advantage.
I remember the morning they saw a lynx, in all his tufted splendor,
Come upon the creek like visiting royalty.
It was an occasion for photographs and early shots of whiskey.
I like to think Ma and Pa are still sitting there
In those chairs, watching for wildlife and counting.