A Squirrel At the Door
Come in my little furry friend
And meet me face to face.
Someone will open up the door
While I step back a pace.
I feel my mouth all watery:
My face a grimaced frown,
And wonder how you’ll taste my friend,
While you are going down?
“It’s never going to happen;
My person laughs at me.
You can run them round the yard,
Or chase them up a tree.”
But, biting them and hurting them?
Oh no -- it’s not to be!
A squirrel is God’s creature too:
And meant to scamper free.”
So now I watch through slider pane:
It’s all that I’m allowed.
But just one squirrel at my door
Is one more than a crowd!
Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015
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