Written, January 1, 2025 For The Contest, “Animals” Form, English Quintain Sponsor, Constance La France
Real Photo of One of the Squirrels
We have some squirrels that we love to see which seem to be part of our home. They run back and forth from our old Oak tree and feast at the self-service dome; to find food- there's no need to roam. The plastic feeder with suction holds fast to our sunroom window where we can sit through the day enjoying the cast of squirrels and birds that are free to come- joining the eating spree. We watch their drama almost every day: each one standing guard for a turn- at times with the stress of having their way. They flee, and this can cause concern; yet, when the fights end, all return. The squirrels rank top in chains of command; the birds all must wait in a line- except when a Blue Jay flies down to land, all give up their pleasure to dine- or pecked as a stern warning sign. With squirrels, we stand up close, very near. They watch us while eating their feed- accept us fondly without showing fear; seem thankful we honor their need- and show that we've done a good deed.
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