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Unexpected Visitor.
pitter-patter, skitter-scatter
little paws upon the floor.
Naughty dog open jawed
excited eyes, expecting more.
Fluffed grey face watching me
crouched beside the 'safe' settee.
Flash of speed towards the stair
and now my friend you are.. Where?
Every room its silence keeps,
until across my bed he leaps
wild of eye, and spinning tail
he must escape he dare not fail.
A few soft words he knows my voice,
looks at me and makes a choice.
Down the stairs with sparkling eyes
heads to the door where freedom lies.
Luckily my squirells haven't
Luckily my squirells haven't tried to enter the house yet, they wait patiently for me to fill the feeder, and let me know, loudly, when it's empty. I wrote a poem to that effect a long time ago, perhaps with the spurring of your wonderful poem I'll air it out. Either way, I enjoyed this very much, I'm still smiling, thanks for the joy.
Thank you Wordman, I'm glad
Thank you Wordman, I'm glad you enjoyed it. No incidents since thankfully. I would love to read your squirrel poem.
I love to watch them bury the peanuts, I like to see them put the soil back with their paws then carefully pat it
down. :-) sue.
Your mastery of the ballad
Your mastery of the ballad form is impressive: I have never been able to write one to my satisfaction. I especially enjoyed the forward movement of the poem right up to the final line. This is excellent work.
J-Called
Thank you very much Starward,
Thank you very much Starward, I didn't stop to think really, just jotted down my thoughts as they arrived.it was so nice when he stopped panicking and just sat and listened to me talk to him.