Carol A. Hand
Yesterday on a snowy spring morn
Birds arrived, more than one thousand strong
The air was filled with their plaintive cry
Feed us now or we’ll surely die
You didn’t fill our feeders you thoughtless twit
You fed us in years passed so we planned on it
By the time I bought seed most of the birds had flown
Leaving a feast for a fat grey squirrel to enjoy all alone
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Photo: Squirrel in a Bird Feeder (Wikipedia)
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In pairs or flocks or all alone
whether flying afar or staying at home
each being creating its own reality
with doors to meaning opened through poetry
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This is so lovely, Carl. Thank you for sharing your poetic gift here 🙂
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Thanks for that poetic gem, Carol 🙂
“You fed us in years passed so we planned on it”
~ Oh, how we take for granted the gifts of Mother Earth!”
“Leaving a feast for a fat grey squirrel to enjoy all alone”
~ Those who already have more than enough to satisfy their needs, get even more.
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I love your interpretations, Rosaliene! Brilliant insights.
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Wait!
Does this mean the late squirrel gets the worm?
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Yes, I guess the squirrel gets the seeds and whatever worms they harbor. I’ve tired to police their behavior in the past with no success, so I’ve learned to accept what I haven’t been able to change. But I did stand inside urging the remaining birds to organize and drive the squirrel from its new kingdom. Sadly, they preferred to give up without a try.
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Wow, the birds, here, are much more militant. You know us Buckeyes! I have seen them dive bombing marauding squirrels before.
I love squirrels and birds, so it’s hard for me to take sides. But I understand the birds need food right now.
Have you checked on line to see if there is a humane way to chase off this squirrely character?
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Honestly, I don’t have the heart to chase the him/her away. Squirrels had a hard winter, too. But when they dig up my garden again, I know I’ll sing a different tone 🙂
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I can hear their screams of terror now!;-)
Thanks for making me laugh! I needed it!
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funny and sweet. thanks for making me smile.
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Thank you so much for your lovely comments, Sue 🙂
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This made me chuckle, Carol. I’m sorry the birds left and the squirrels got the food, but you did such a lovely job of describing the scene and circumstances. Love, N 🙂 ❤
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Thank you for your wonderful comments, Natalie. I’m so glad this made you chuckle. ❤
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Thank you for the chuckles! 😘
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😀
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Fun Post! Remember, Squirrels are people, too!!
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It’s always a delight to hear from you, Buster. Yes, squirrels are our relatives too, pesky though they sometimes are 🙂
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Love the photo and the poem
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Thank you, Lynz 🙂
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I could not press like, it seems many of us are going through these issues where the like button isn’t working! But I love it!
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Thank you for letting me know about the “like” issue, Lynz. I just checked and the right boxes are checked so there’s not much else I can do. But I am deeply grateful for your kind words. ❤
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yes same happened to me! x
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:-D:-D:-D
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Thank you, New Videos 😀
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