This poem is dedicated to TexWisGirl and her squirrels. Her squirrels are country squirrels and mine in San Antonio were city squirrels but her blog reminds me of the squirrels that used to call my home their home.
The squirrels are so busy this time of the year, they forget that of cars they should have fear.
Up and down the trees they run and tease the dog just for fun.
They cross the street and then run back, too bad they couldn't just carry a sack.
They plan ahead for when the food is all gone, their instinct for storing is very well known.
They can hop from tree to tree and not fall down, run a long wires making a barking sound.
I don't begrudge them the pecans they eat, for the show they put on for me is really neat.
Please don't get in my attic or knock out the lights, for as the owner of this place I still have some rights.