Photo by Kat
Rococo Squirrels are rampant
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
Beneath their girths immense.
Squat showdowns aren’t irregular
When squads storm my porch-floor,
To scrap and scrape for nuts and seeds
I’ve scattered out the door.
At autumn’s end, the Sumos come
To act out their burlesque.
Rococo squirrels are swirling round,
Or are they Rubenesque?
Kat Mortensen © 2007-2009