Squirrel, what has gotten into you?
Trying to steal eggs from Blue Jay’s nest.
The past two mornings, outside my
window, you create a ruckus. First I hear you
scurry, little feet running on the rooftop.
Pine limbs shake, and there you are Squirrel,
leaping before my eyes into the tree, an acrobat—Big Blue right behind you,
on your tail, squawking—feathers flapping—he scolds you for rummaging
around in his nest. You keep running—Mischievous Squirrel!
2 comments:
Rebb,
I can see the mischievous squirrel through your sentences. It's a coincidence, but I happened to receive an email with great photos of a squirrel. He or she is adopted to a family of dogs. I wrote back to the sender, and told her that I feel as though I'm the squirrel. It makes you feel cozy and accepted. I'll forward it to you. You'll love it.
Keiko, That is a funny coincidence! I viewed the email and it is sooooo cute. It brought a big smile to my face. Thank you!
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