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..
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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