Something seems amiss,
yard creatures abound today
demanding and fighting over seed and food.
The usual half dozen squirrels
have doubled up,
unfamiliar birds have come.
Each more determined and persistent
than the residents
the familiar furry faces of the seasons.
Aggressiveness is rampant
and the regulars, more timid
are pushed off to the sidelines.
They wait patiently
in hidden places of refuge
the holly and the full leaved brush.
The cold falls heavy on the leaves
that crunch beneath
fast, quick, tiny feet.
The parade goes on constant on the move
for an hour or more
and then suddenly, mid morning -
all is quiet
only a few remain behind,
the clean up crew.
retaking their place and residence in the yard.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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