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.