All I do these drawn-out days
Is sit in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge
Where there are no pheasants to be seen
And last time I looked, no ridge
I could drive over to Quail Falls
And spend the day there playing bridge
But the lack of a falls and the absence of quail
Would only remind me of Pheasant Ridge
I know a widow at Fox Run
And another with a condo at Smokey Ledge
One of them smokes, and neither can run
So I'll stick to the pledge I made to Midge
Who frightened the fox and bulldozed the ledge?
I ask in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge
Unlike the free-spirited creatures that once inhabited Fox Run, the new residents of this area choose to pursue destructive habits. Harmless animals were forced out in favor of humans who side-step Nature’s wishes and instead disregard keeping the sanctity of Nature intact.
The Golden Years