An invisible presence visits the young trees by the river.
I’ve never seen what strips the bark away from the trunks
and leaves it hanging, and the trees damaged.
I like to think of the deer, surviving in the wild
with their long springy legs to jump the fences
and no hands to help get food to their mouths.
I visit the young trees by the river too.
I leave plastic tree guards round the damaged bark.
When the invisible presence returns
I like to think it enjoys the communication.