Think Again

Ah, you doubters -- no character,
sans personality -- insensate beasts
you claim with typical scorn for
the lesser creatures that inhabit
our world - theirs too. That family
of crows know where we live,
alerts others when we leave our home
to enter theirs and roost above,
handy to swooping down to retrieve
those peanuts left daily in tree
crevices. That small black squirrel
with a shortened tail empties the
shell of its nuts close by us under
a tree, then returns for another,
personally gifted as has become her
due, while we ply our way onward.
And the tiny red squirrel treated 
with daily offerings awaits our
arrival and the subsequent deposit,
then raises its indignant voice to
scold us from lingering, delaying its 
prized lunch, cheeky little scamp.