A little squirrel,outside my kitchen window, inspired me today, to write this little poem.If only I had snapped a picture of him.
The Squirrel in the Tree.
Hurry! Hurry! Come and see.
A little squirrel, playing in the tree.
But wait a minute!
He's coming down.
I think he sees something
Down below,on the ground.
No! He's headed for the shed.
Could it be, he's found a piece of bread?
Nellie Mae has left some corn.
Maybe that is what he's after?
Or maybe an acorn or a hickory nut,
That was dropped by my little crafter?
Let's be still and watch him play.
Oh No! Bear has come to chase him away.
Bear is our guard dog.
And she does a good job,as you can tell,
But I only wish she'd sleep a little longer,
So I can watch the squirrel at play.Oh well!
by Sue Nugent 11 24 10