What is it with squirrels?
Such endearing little creatures
With their fluffy tails
Twitching noses and
Their prowess amongst the trees
Flying from branch to branch.
How could you not love a baby squirrel?
Little miniature flying thing
Chasing along fences and round tree trunks
Shrieking with baby squirrel noises
As it perfects the art of balance.
Don’t you admire their endeavour?
Always first at the bird table
Great mouthful of fruit and nuts
Seeing off the pigeons
Ignoring the patient blackbird.
And aren’t they resourceful?
Stocking up for the long winter
Burying their food in potted geraniums
Busy little paws
Digging up the soil.
Full of admiration
I watched one plucky squirrel
Scuttle up the drain pipe
Scamper over the kitchen roof
And take a piss.
What is it with squirrels?