Diane Lefebvre Poet Rhyme

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!

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Gordon Mcconnell July 29, 2017 at 12:45 PM Nice piece Diane, fine tribute to our furry friends. I see a lot of them in various parks in Scotland in my travels. Nice one indeed! Blessings Gordon

Teddy Kimathi July 24, 2017 at 4:19 AM A very sweet piece.... Congrats Diane, for having your poem featured in the Poetrysoup homepage! ;-)

Adeyemi Joshua July 23, 2017 at 3:00 PM Advocating for the animals, They share same rights with humans. Well written! Captivating!

Kim Shaw March 14, 2015 at 11:54 AM Hi Diane! This is so well done. I love your poem! Squirrels, and all creatures in my yard are cared for and loved! Hugs, Kimberly Diane Lefebvre March 15, 2015 at 6:40 PM Yes, I admit . . I take care of them too, along with the birds. They eat me out of house and home in the winter months and the hemlocks are usually alive with them, throughout the daylight hours. Thank your for your kind words, Kimberly. As you well must know, it puts a smile on your face when someone finds enjoyment in what you have written.

Lindsay Laurie March 14, 2015 at 2:16 AM G'day Dianne... Loved the picture and really enjoyed reading your poem because it flows well, rhymes great; and tells me a story about a creature that we don't have here, yet we do have brush tailed possums who love city life, living in the roof of a house and rose buds. Thank you Dianne - Lindsay Diane Lefebvre March 15, 2015 at 7:00 PM The gray squirrel is very prolific in many parts of my country, Lindsay. More people than not think of them as pests and destructive, but . . because I have such an affinity for animals, I cannot but help love them and feed them during the deeps snows of winter each year. Brush tailed possums . . I will have to look them up. Thank you for reading and then commenting on my poetry. I am glad you enjoy.