Yup I'm sure you've seen them lotsa times but a poem about squirrels? Well here's one for all the animal lovers...
You tear up my chairs
To line your nests
Use what you want
Then scatter the rest
All over my deck
You mark your spot
Man, does that stink
When the weather is hot
You dig up my plants
Devour the remains
Bury what's left
In my storm drains
Just leave the berries
Until they ferment
Then go on a toot
Seemingly hell bent
You clatter and chatter
All through the day
Until my neighbours
Chase you away
Still in all I must admit
Despite all your shenanigans
I'm blessed each morning
When you return again...
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