Looking East Out My Window
Looking East Out My Window
Red streaks and blue in the sunrise sky
Another streak of red in the grass going by
A red squirrel heads for the seed where it lay
Then he’s chased away by the squirrel in grey
The cardinals and chickadees pay them no mind
For only they can reach the feeder as designed
Atop a pole of four inch pipe that squirrels can’t climb
I’ve finally figured out a way to deny ‘em
Meantime the deer herd is polishing off
The jack-o-lantern pumpkins that in the woods we tossed
To add to their meager late fall menu
Large orange carbohydrates in their forested venue
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