Crude GratitudeA Poem by matelotrodNever trust a squirrelCrude Gratitude My Blue-tit box has provided me with another healthy clutch This has become nature's annual event A hidden camera gives me pleasure, I never ask for much I look upon it as money so well spent The Blue-tits have built their nest and have produced seven chicks I view the little darlings every day Unbeknown to me there appears to be something evil in the mix They’ve gone; but they’re too small to fly away. I was stunned, confused and saddened, this mystery must be solved My senses tell me they have all been taken Something in my head is telling me that a squirrel is involved For his safety sake I hope that I'm mistaken. I must beware of false conclusions so I will conduct some research A squirrel shouldn’t have that attitude I must find evidence to clear him, then my stomach gave a lurch What a rotten way to show his gratitude. It’s said that squirrels will eat eggs and small birds from the nest This is based upon the evidence I found I have given him nuts and protected him: I have done my level best But from this day forth He’s on very dodgy ground! Rod Broomham © © 2017 matelotrod |
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1 Review Added on November 28, 2017 Last Updated on November 28, 2017 AuthormatelotrodNorwich, Norfolk, United KingdomAboutEx Royal navy and Merchant Navy now retired and pushing eighty. Prefer humour in my poetry but maybe it's only me that finds it funny! more..Writing
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