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My Costume of Gray

    Every day I don my costume of gray
        preparing to frolic and play 

    Whatever the game may be that day
       my gray masquerade gives me away

    For deep inside, I tremble and shake
       Will later I eat, or be lunch for a snake

     
                                 ~ Sam the Squirrel

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Karen Jones

February 4, 2025 at 12:59 AM

I hope he lives another day to frolic play and eat more dates lol Fun couplet

John Read

February 3, 2025 at 10:13 AM

Hi Gershon, far safer if sam the squirrel ordered a takeaway.

Gershon Wolf

February 3, 2025 at 9:41 PM

One strawberry shake to go. ~ Rocky and Bullwinkle

Regina Elliott

February 3, 2025 at 9:30 AM

Good poem, Gershon. We have some very acrobatic squirrels in our yard. One leaps from the wooden wall that partially borders our patio to the window bird feeder. Sometimes he just makes it by his front paws, lol! We have some other feeding stations in the yard the squirrels cling to and eat from. Our two dogs killed a rat in the yard two weeks ago. Shalom :)

Gershon Wolf

February 3, 2025 at 9:38 PM

Looks like you might be a candidate for membership in the 'AASW,' Regina. What? You are not familiar with that organization? Why, it's the American Academy of Squirrel-Watchers,' as you've probably figured out by now. ~ Rocky and his Friends