Morning Squirrel

By Jon Elordi

A bushy tailed curious fellow
Jumping limb to limb, no care in the world
No fear of falling to the ground below
In your hole of a nest you lay curled

Looking for a nut is your true passion
Peanuts, Walnuts, Cashews, Pistachios
Preparing the cache, your winter ration
Your buried treasures you do not disclose

Chattering in the trees above my bed
Shaking the branches scratching my window
It is early morning, my blood boils red
An awfully lousy loud daybreak hello
   A delightful meal for a set free cat
   In the end you’re nothing but a tree rat