"SAMMY THE SQUIRREL"

THERE'S A TINY LITTLE SQUIRREL
HE PASSES THROUGH HERE EVERY DAY,
I SEEN HIM RUNNING ACROSS A TREE LIMB
HE IS A LOVELY SHADE OF GRAY.

I HEARD HIM QUACKING YESTERDAY EVENING
HE WAS SITTING IN AN OLD WALNUT TREE,
MAY HAVE BEEN INFORMING OTHERS ABOUT THE NUTS
COULD HAVE BEEN FRIGHTENED BY THE SIGHT OF ME.

HE SITS THERE ON THE END OF THE LIMB
WITH A BIG GREEN NUT IN HIS PAW,
WAS CHEWING OFF THE HULL
SCATTERED ON THE GROUND THE FRAGMENTS I SAW.

THEY LOVE WALNUTS AND EAT LOTS OF THEM
I SEE THEM HOLDING ONE - EMPTYING THEM QUITE WELL,
GNAWING AWAY - REMAINS LYING ON THE GROUND
TEETH MARKS LEFT ON AN EMPTY NUT SHELL.

HE HAS TO CHEW WITH HIS LITTLE FRONT TEETH
TO GET INSIDE AND GET THE SHELL CRACKED OPEN,
ONCE THE HULL IS OFF - HE CAN GET TO THE GOODIE INSIDE
NO OTHER WAY BUT TO GET THE NUT BROKEN.

WINTER WILL SOON BE ARRIVING
THE LITTLE SQUIRREL HAS BEEN BUSY BUILDING A NEST,
WAY UP HIGH IN THE TOP OF A MAPLE TREE
LOTS OF LEAVES, SOFT FEATHERS TO HELP HIM REST.

TUCKED DEEP INSIDE - HE WILL SLEEP
AS THE WIND ROCKS HIM - SOMETIMES QUITE STRONG,
BUT THIS TREE IS WHERE HE CALLS HOME
NO WHERE ELSE IN THE FORREST DOES HE BELONG.

SAMMY SQUIRREL HOPS FROM LIMB TO LIMB
HE IS LIGHT ON FOOT AND BUILT SMALL,
CAN BALANCE HIMSELF WITH HIS LONG TAIL
I SEE HIM LEAP, GOING EVERYWHERE, BUT DOES NOT FALL.

I PUT OUT SHELLED CORN IN A FEEDER
I LOVE TO WATCH HIM FROM A DISTANCE SITTING THERE,
HE RUNS AWAY IF I GET VERY CLOSE
HE CAN EAT ALL HE WANTS - I DON'T CARE.

HE SITS THERE ON HIS LITTLE BEHIND
HIS PAWS UP IN THE AIR - TAKING HIS TIME,
LOOKING AND LISTENING ALL AROUND AS HE MUNCHES
"I JUST FOUND SOME GOODIES - THEY ARE ALL MINE !"

HE WON'T GROW ALL THAT MUCH BIGGER
THAN WHAT HE IS TODAY,
AS HE SCAMPERS AROUND IN ALL THE TREES
IF NOT EATING - BUSY AT PLAY.

I HAVE OTHER SQUIRRELS AND MANY BIRDS TOO
THEY EAT ALL KINDS OF STUFF, SOME WILD PLANTS PROVIDE SEEDS,
I ALWAYS PUT PLENTY OUT FOR ALL OF THEM
IN THE FALL THEY ALSO FIND A LOT FROM WILD WEEDS.

BUT I SEE SAMMY OUT MY WINDOW
AS HE RUSHES PAST EVERY DAY,
SOMETIMES CARRYING A NUT IN HIS MOUTH
OR A SNITCHED BITE FROM AN APPLE HE FOUND ON THE WAY.


Written...........September 03, 2008
I have always liked many of the wild things out there. Birds, squirrels,
a lot of the weeds even have pretty flowers - Golden Rod, the stick weed,
the iron weed, fall asters. The birds like the purple berries of the tall
poke weed. Fall of the year provides several varieties of things for them
to eat. Little squirrels sure do steal my apples from the top of the tree.


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Author: ADINE CATHEY
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