Yard Watch

31 Aug
Murph and me watch the squirrels
during our morning sit-down on the porch.
There is a mixed population of grays and blacks,
with chipmunks staying to themselves.

Each clan largely stays close to its own
fur. The grays are quite hierarchical and just
chose another chief to preside over rodent relations,
becoming an absolute nutter.

Tho whole rodent population can quickly see
how badly the grays are acting under senile
leadership. The blacks
won't even shake their tails at them anymore.

The crows laugh from the trees at them all
because the squirrel drama gives the crows
greater dominance over the whole backyard.

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Posted by on August 31, 2021 in Poetry


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