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The Hole Story

The pumpkins placed upon the steps To set a scary mood Were attractive both to look at And to squirrels, too, as food. At first, they nibbled here and there But then were on a roll And chewed their way inside Via an ever-growing hole. On every pumpkin (there were four), These entries could be found And seeds or some discarded bits Were scattered on the ground. My husband caught, on video, One squirrel peeking out, Then exiting with one quick leap While others milled about. And soon another made his move, An acrobatic dash, His last until next year, for what Was left’s now in the trash.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 12/1/2024 1:14:00 PM
I'm not sure, but I've been told. That fall is a time to be holed. Be it moles, or voles or squirming squirrels. You just can't tell just what will unfurl. Or squirrely people replying in rhyme. lol
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Date: 11/19/2024 4:07:00 PM
I’ve never carved a pumpkin, but as we get red squirrels here, maybe next year. I’d never heard of squirrels munching pumpkins… but once again, Ilene expands my knowledge… in spot on rhyme as always.
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Date: 11/17/2024 9:05:00 PM
Squirrels are cute. I'm glad they made you smile. They will be fine since they store more food than they can eat.
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