The Privileged
A cluster of small furry black
creatures disport themselves
this cold November morning,
helping themselves to nuts and
seeds, burying what they don't
yet need in my garden
as above their avian counterparts
take their just due from the
feeder off limits to the squirrels.
This little circus of colour
and motion provides ample
entertainment and mystery
to the two little creatures
observing the wildlife antics
from the comfort and warmth
of our home's privileged interior
where their repasts are
personally delivered on order.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Labels:
Poetry
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