An invisible presence

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.

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