Bushy Tail
Mother nature gives strong legs
To those that climb tall trees
And the squirrel was given some
To climb high easily
He can hang upside down
With his strong little paws
Holding the bark as tight as he can
And denying physical laws
He goes to the fork of a tree
And shakes his bushy tail
And barks when danger’s passed
Then all’s quiet a spell
He spends time on the ground
Busily burying nuts
With pin oak acorns and pecans
In holes and covered up
Each evening the squirrel returns
To his hollow in a tree
Until again tomorrow comes
And upside down he leaves
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: August 28th, 2018 00:06
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Comments5
The grey squirrel was introduced into the UK in the 1870's. It is so prevalent now that it is considered to be the cause of the demise of the native red squirrel whose population is now only found in small areas of the UK.
Good write.
We have fox and grey squirrels here in Central Texas. There are more fox squirrels in parks and woody areas with gray squirrels more abundant in low land areas such as river bottoms. The grey squirrels are also known as cat squirrels the reason for which i do not know.
I have a regular visitor in the garden in the form of a grey - although they are considered a bit of a pest they are still a delight to watch - our one runs back and forwards along a high boundary wall and it won't be long before he starts gathering walnuts from some nearby trees.Enjoyed the poem.
Fox squirrels are regulars at my bird feeders. They have a penchant for the black sunflower seeds that i put out. I know there are "squirrel-proof" feeders on the market, but my brother bought one and soon discovered it was not as much a deterrent as he had hoped.
A lovely write and pic w c.
Thanks, orchidee. i appreciate your support
Fun fact squirrels often forget where they buried said nuts. Also very pleasant read w.c keep it up.
-Theta
Thanks, Theta. Yes, squirrels are often forgetful. Thanks for the comment.
I suffer disgrace
for shooting two
of them in the deep woods
when I was a boy.
these days I see the city squirrels
and im overcome with guilt.
I must say that as a boy i had a BB gun and shot just about anything that moved- and many tin cans.
yea mine was a bb gun too.
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