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Christmas Squirrels

December 23, 2020

Twas the night before Christmas, and I had a strange feeling
Something was happening, up in the ceiling.
It was only a limited sort of a noise
Not one like Santa dropping off toys.
A gentler sound, rather discreet
The soft pitter patter of animal feet.
They’re back was the only thing I could utter
As I went to the kitchen to find peanut butter.
I spread it on balanced bits in special cages
I use to trap squirrels, we’ve had them for ages.
They lock them up kindly with something as snack
As we load up the car and take them all back
To the forest, release them, and then we say please
Go play with your friends here, up in the trees.
It works well in theory, but alas I may say
They’ll be back in the ceiling, the very next day

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One Comment
  1. Well done in the poetry category, Tim. Bonne chance in the squirrel category! There’s always something, isn’t there?!

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