Feeding The Squirrels

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

I fill my monkey nuts up into a small plastic bag,

Off to the park on foot with a momentary lag.

Feeding the squirrels, some hide under cover,

Fiddly fingers trigger through to find another.

Others start to run up and see what's in store,

You've already had one, huh, you want more?

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