DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

Squirrel No Ears

Through dark gray winter days
   I wondered where she'd gone,
the squirrel aloof and distant from the throngs,
   upon feeding seed and apple treats
she often ventured closer to my feet
   and thru the summer and the spring
we sat together enjoying the gatherings
   but winter set in chilly, icy and cold
and for awhile she seemed to venture from the fold,
   today I saw her waddle and strut
doubled in her size both her tummy and her butt;
   she paused at the sliding back door
once again looking for treats and more,
   tho her ears appear clipped and short
among the half dozen others in the court
  she remains my favorite nimble and chubby 
most welcomed visitor stout and tubby.

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 15, 2019 at 1:54 PM Hello D.M. Babbit, ah, the squirrels. We feed them several times a day. A black squirrel comes up to the glass door and begs for nuts. I named him Blackie. There are also smaller squirrels they are red . Then there is the grey with yellow tip ears. Ilove theme all. Have a nice day my friend.