Monday

My Poem About Squirrels


I think that I shall never see 
This squirrel come down from this tree. 
A squirrel whose tail goes east and west;
She teases me! She is a pest! 
She sits and looks at me all day, 
And waves her furry tail to say 
She'll never let me win this game. 
I must forfeit; she is to blame! 
The tree protects with limbed terrain. 
Her sheltered home, it's her domain. 
Only God can make a tree, 
Or a squirrel... or fools like me. 


~ by Jack McAfghan. 
Based on the poem "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer (1914)

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