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February 20, 2013 / AdamWritesPoems

A Bushy Tale

We’d often see him round about,
then he’d visit when we put bird seed out,
and as we handed out the nuts he’d crave
the squirrel became increasingly brave
until every day he’d take a chance,
making our excited baby start to dance
as she saw him begging at the door,
melting our hearts so we fed him more.
But then he assumed he’s a welcome guest,
so moved into the attic and built a nest:
a place to shelter with his rodent bride,
where they eat the nuts that we provide;
a place that meets their every need,
it’s warm and dry for them to breed.
But they chewed the things that we had stored,
Christmas decorations have been gnawed,
and they’ll chew the pipes if they need a drink,
it’s time to evict them, we start to think,
and so to rid us of this rodent brood
a man we called brought special food.


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