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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Ain't that the way of all things!🕊️🙏🏻
Indeed aha.
Squirls can be greedy like humans taking more food than what they need they bury it only to forget where they put it. Some people eat them, my kid used to play with them, even bringing them in the house, I just tolerate them and they just tolerate me. Fun read
Yes they are funny old creatures aha, I could never eat one though.
How sweet. Mine took possession of my deck, played in every single potted planter until most were dead, and believed whatever foodstuffs I stored in a tote on my deck were his, destroying several which barred his entrance, and scolding me when I walked to and from my garage if I took away the foodstuffs. However, when I pleaded with him to be careful in the huge parking lots, telling him I didn't want to see him injured or hurt... the next time I drove away, he stood on his hind legs, front paws clasped together, and waited for my car to pass before crossing. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you. Nice story, thanks for sharing it too.
You're welcome.
Love this...and I confess. I love squirrels (outside) and all rodents (outside 🤣). Squirrels, groundhogs, chipmunks, mice, etc. love them all. Conversely, I also love snakes. See the problem with me EVER owning a snake? So, I don't! Anywho, this is a great metaphor on top of reminding me of my love for these bushy tailed creatures. I think I first got my love from my great-Grandfather who was an animal lover and, ironically, used to sit out in in his back yard and feed his squirrel neighbors. I remember one he named, "Shorty", because he was missing half of his tail. Shorty and the other squirrels would take whole peanuts from his hand, shell them and eat them there! Not joke. Have loved those crazy, squirrely critters ever since! Now, that was a whole lot about squirrels and not your poem. Let me say this, I love your poem and the metaphor too. Powerful stuff, mate. Great job! 🌹👏 And thank you for sparking the memories!
Thanks pal, never owned a snake myself haha, that's a cool story, they are nice animals.
Indeed! You are most welcome!
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