Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Wildlife Surprise

An angry squawking sound outside
Disturbed the rural peace.
I thought some crazy bird was perched,
His cry a mad release.

Instead, I stared a squirrel down;
His tail was all a'twitch
As he emitted clucking sounds
At quite a fevered pitch.

Between each dozen chirrups,
He let out a plaintive moan.
The message, loud and clear to me,
Was "Leave my turf alone!"

In all my years I never have
Encountered such a creature.
The real surprise was learning
Squirrels had that vocal feature.

I wondered if perhaps he had
A scary case of rabies;
Or possibly, he was a she,
Protecting squirrel babies.

In any case, I went inside
And left him to his squawking.
I hope he'll scamper far away
Before I go out walking!

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Kathryn Collins September 28, 2012 at 9:22 AM every evening this one squirrel makes his hideous high pitched noises like a machine gun outside my window and God forgive, I want to shoot him. Can't believe you didn't write this poem for me.

Gail Debole September 24, 2012 at 5:37 PM Hi Ilene - I had an encounter a few years ago with a very territorial bird...I believe a Sandpiper. The antics that the bird was going through was educational and alarming. Love the way you shared your experience through your clever and very funny poem! - Gail

Jon A Cavanaugh September 23, 2012 at 10:16 PM I had to come back to this poem. It is just so much fun. I cannot get enough of this poem.

Joann Grisetti September 22, 2012 at 6:52 PM A lovely pastoral poem. I enjoy watching the squirrels in different parts of the country. They do have differing habits and sounds.

Jon A Cavanaugh September 22, 2012 at 2:26 PM I absolutely adore this poem. This poem is so fresh, so clever, so funny,so wonderfully delicious. This is a poem I could read over and over and never tire of it. Are you familiar with Ogden Nash? This is better than any of his in my opinion and he is my favorite poet. Bravo!

Jack Horne September 22, 2012 at 2:06 PM yes, I remember once hearing a squirrel up a tree making quacking sounds rather like a duck, lol. Lovely write, my friend - thanks for a chuckle (loved the rabies line)