In my backyard these days;
Their pudgy arms and stocky legs
Betray their greedy ways.
Where once they lightly scampered round
From tree to tree to fence;
These days they lumber heavily
‘Neath limbs and girth immense.
Still, showdowns aren’t unusual
When squads storm my porch-floor;
Scrapping over nuts and seeds
I’ve just flicked out the door.
With Autumn’s end, the Sumos come
To act out their burlesque;
Rococo squirrels are wrestling yet–
Or are they Rubenesque?
Kathleen Mortensen © 2007