The Best Medicines
The best medicines
Its cold and the sky today is gray
no squawking in the sun from the young blue jays
I hear the pitter— patter of little feet
and wonder if it is my little friend gray squirrel
that each day in hidden places he seeks
all the seeds, nuts and corn snacks I leave
suddenly a black crow appears dark and shadowy
pounding on the shed the stolen sunflower seeds
a sinister creature that looks like he carries death
but with little paws snibbling at corn and nuts
quietly near the white railing sits my little friend
with puffy tail curled up — the very best of medicines.
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