a plump squirrel leader named don
forgot all the vows he’d run on
and stole from the poor
to give the rich more–
and soon all the acorns were gone
–photo by me
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if you could be an owl for a day,
would you be a snowy or a grey?
Though to some, that sounds nice,
it would come with a price–
you’d be plumb full of mice either way
–photos by me
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the night brought a foxy young guest
whose poise had us very impressed
’til the yard light came on
and her halo was gone–
and then, she was demon possessed.
–photos by me
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a cocky young spider named joe
would crawl up on top of the snow
he thought it was cool
but he was a fool
and soon had a date with a crow
–photo by me
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there lives a ground squirrel named jack
who once caught his paw in the track,
but jack had the brains
to duck down for the trains–
which explains all those lines on his back
–photo by me
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i have some choice words for my cat,
like messy and spoiled and fat,
and yet i would say
in the slang of today–
she’s also adorably ‘brat’
–photo by me
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Well, a mallard hen known as Annette
Was a master at playing hard-to-get,
For she thought it was cute
And remained resolute–
Till the drake and her young sister met.
–Photo by me
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“I love you so much,” said the bear,
So she let him come into her lair,
But when he was finished,
His love was diminished–
And now he’s not found anywhere.
–Photo by me
Freya Freaks Out
“The Woods Have Eyes”
We took Freya out to the woods surrounding our new place, thinking that she’d really enjoy it; the only outings she’d had before this were on a dirt road between two farmer’s fields. In fact, I was worried she’d like it too much and run off or climb a tree. Aaron set her down on a log, and with all the trees rustling overhead in the wind, she just froze in place. It was just too overwhelming for her, so we took her home. Next time, we’ll look for a more open setting.
we thought that our cat would embrace
our new home in a more wooded place,
but the rustling-leaf sky
was too much stimuli–
we could tell by the look on her face.
–Photo by Aaron
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there were so many songbirds around,
so i hung up some feeders and found
that no matter how clever
my suspension endeavor,
they would always end up on the ground
–photo by me
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