#361
Backyard Business
Why does the squirrel keep running,
When the dog can't climb the tree?
Why does the dog keep chasing,
When all he can do is see?
There must be joy in the effort
To race round the yard with glee
Always thinking that this time
The squirrel is a goner, you'll see.
God above:
May Simon continue to run with joy;
May the squirrels continue to flee.
#243
Squirrel!
I saw a squirrel spread eagle
On the trunk of a dog wood tree.
His head hung down, his butt stuck up,
Though his eyes were fixed on me.
"Well, Brother Squirrel," I said to him,
"Your grip seems quite tenacious."
"Safety first," the squirrel replied,
"That soaring Hawk's rapacious!"
#198
This Means War
We're overrun with rodents,
Rascals everyone.
They tyrannize our feeders;
I ought to buy a gun
And blow the little devils
To Pandemonium.
#164
My Daisy
I and my Red Ryder
Stand by the back deck door;
Chickadees swirl around us,
But it's squirrels that we abhor.
One slips down to the dogwood tree,
From the roof above;
I nail him with a bright bb,
A sport bird lovers love.
He races down the dogwood tree,
Jumps to the garden fence,
Disappears in the winter brush
Where the brush is thick and dense.
"Break out the beer and crackers,"
The birds all cry as one;
"And to the empty feeders
While the sentinel's got his gun!"
