Garden Wildlife

A poem

Garden Wildlife Squirrel
On the feeder
Nonchalant two-paws hold
Splayed toes needle claws
Sunlight through frill of tail
Belly fur like thick thistledown
Wiry whiskers brindled back
The feeder
Sold as squirrel-proof
In truth is not –
And neither am I
I'm captivated
Ann Cooper

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