He came one year. He's never left. He eats. And eats. And eats. One year he ate all the Nettles. Another year he ate all the ivy. Another year he stripped the cherry tree of its leaves. We called him Nom Nom.
He came in the spring. He came in the fall. And the winter. And the summer. To eat and sleep. He feels safe here.He comes to eat the Cosmos when it blooms on the hill, in the early autumn wind.
He is Nom Nom. Eater of things. Big doughy eyes. Eater of apples that lie on the ground. He is Nom Nom."He made my feet like the feet of a deer, and set me secure on the heights..." -2 Samuel 22:34His stomach rumbles. He chews and chews and burps . then he chews some more.Nom Nom finds the best places. To watch. From the hill close to the house. He eats apples and plums closest to him. His antlers fall. And grow. And grow again. He gets fat on the garden.One summer, Nom Nom ate all the beans that were planted. He would roll in the plants. He liked to snooze in their green leaves. He ate and burped and left jelly beans.Anemone blooms in September. Nom Nom comes. He doesn't like the Anemone. But he likes the leaves.
He chews while he sleeps. Nibbles on thorns and blackberries. Leaves his jelly beans , like so many little gifts. They're all dark chocolate.....When Fall burns with hot sun and Velvet Queen sunflowers, Nom Nom comes. He drinks out of water basins filled to the brim.
He doesn't seem to mind the visiting cats. They don't mind him. Sometimes he stands with his feet in the grey water basin. I imagine Nom Nom is thinking it's a spa day.It's said that Nom Nom has been spotted elsewhere in town. But he always ends up here. Eating things and making dark chocolate jelly beans......
Most days Nom Nom stares in the door and chews his cud and burps. We watch. He watches us. We look for him. I like to imagine he looks for us. We fill up the water basin and sweep jelly beans.
Nom Nom leaves full of applesauce and plum jam. Sometimes he comes at dusk. I can see him from the window. And everything is right in the world..... "As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God..."- Psalm 42:1
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He came one year. He's never left. He eats. And eats. And eats. One year he ate all the Nettles. Another year he ate all the ivy. Another year he stripped the cherry tree of its leaves. We called him Nom Nom.
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