Feeling SquirrellyA Poem by Judy PoncebyRodents on speed....
Chitter, chatter!
What's the matter? Little squirrel couldn't be fatter. Sitting up in a tree Zipping round and round so free Throwing acorns down on me. Spazzy rascals move real quick Sitting on a limb's dead stick. Watch that tail! How it flicks. Calling warning of dire sort Chattering back in fine retort. In a swirl around their fort. Front lines of fine defense Throwing acorns on offense All their secrets in suspense. © 2011 Judy PoncebyAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on April 1, 2011 Last Updated on April 5, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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