Harold

If it wasn’t for the dent
he would be making in their budget
his antics would be all the more fun
whimsical, worthy of story and song.

A cagey, crafty, oh so inventive,
very human, small, red squirrel
was eating ALL of their bird food
in the front window feeder,
as fast as they filled it. No, really,
she filled it in the morning, he in the afternoon
he the next morning. By noon, gone again
as we returned from lunch out
he finished his dining. Droppings shared
enjoyed by the pair of chipmunks,
living under the front porch.

No competition with the
gray squirrels out in the backyard
Harold was king of the front feeder,
hanging upside down, claws dug
into the front screen, a real acrobat
(with a very soft looking belly of white fuzz).

He was the reason for the dearth of food
for other customers; but I suppose he wasn’t
concerned for others, at that moment.
He was enthralled, enraptured by the fact
THEY KEPT REFILLING THE FEEDER!

No need to be shy, when the humans
are so fabulously cooperative.
Let the others find another feeder!


July 22, 2007 15:28


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