OF SQUIRRELS AND DOGS
I realize, while writing in this chair,
With Tig tucked by my hip, that I forgot
To feed the squirrels now waiting there
For the handfuls of nuts that I allot
Them every morning, freely cast about
The lawn and scurried after eagerly
While others in the trees still bray and shout,
Which I’ll interpret now as thanking me.
I’ve learned it’s best to keep Tiggy inside
Throughout this feeding frenzy of the squirrels
And Gyp as well, two dogs they can’t abide,
As much as such a romp would please our girls.
And thus our early morning ritual goes,
Which now has yielded something to compose.