Backyard Friends
My squirrels are foraging in the backyard
After days of the snow-covered ground,
They are finding the peanuts I strewed
Jumping and chasing, always they astound.
One, a red squirrel, has recently arrived
From the woodland beyond the meadow,
The grays are treating her like an intruder
I enjoy watching them from my window.
Since it is extremely cold this morning
Their metabolism makes them move quickly,
They will feed as long as they possibly can
It appears that none of them are sickly.
My love for these critters is long-standing
For my Uncle Cladie rescued baby squirrels,
Kept them in a basement cage for company
When he tired of Auntie’s constant quarrels.
Especially I remember one called “Little Man,”
Who was allowed to come upstairs and play
He was as domesticated as any household cat,
And he would follow me around all day,
Sometimes attaching himself to my pants leg
He would ride along with me wherever I went.
Early on, I learned that animals are comforting
And they are free and completely innocent.
Written January 27, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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