Overlooked Beauty

I hear him rambling on about the way he makes a mess the way he eats his tomatoes then leaves with no confess the flowers have been bent in his garden's sanctuary he's a little creature wild yes he's very quite contrary He's always climbing fences coming round the gate still, curiosity is trump and he loves him without hate Watching from a window he's waits for the drill he's a little furry squirrel he comes and goes at will then one day I look from the outer patio door Aldo is in a lawn chair reading softly with adore There upon his foot two little beady eyes of sweet watching him intently how nice they finally meet Over morning breakfast he tells me he is smug as I butter bread and fill the coffee mug There's a glitter in his eye that says he ain't so shy he really loves the little pug but I can't tell you why every time I see a trace of peels atop our fence, I smile a little smile and win in self defence..