Proud as a Peacock
Busy as a beaver
In the early morning light,
In a pine tree claimed as home
Out back but still within our sight,
Silhouette against the shades of green
Of Maple, Camphor, Pine and Oak,
Scamper our furry tailed long streak of gray
Seen with blurry eyes since I awoke.
Running his own little rat race
This cute squirrel never stops,
In a flash he scales the length of it
Back to it’s needled top,
Clutching clumps of leaves of oak
Bit from the tender youngest branch,
Alternating it with pine bouquets
In this delicate needled dance.
An early May new home he builds
On this cool spring sunny morn,
Where he toils away the hours
Before his sweethearts babies born,
A true labor of love he presents
As he readies for May 8th,
With this grandest Mother’s Day gift
To his furry Loving Mate.
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