March SOLC–Day 17
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In every season I spend a lot of time watching the birds, squirrels and chipmunks who come to enjoy my feeders. Their visits entertain me and inspire many posts and poems. Recently I spent some time watching a grey squirrel feed and preen in the garden.
One winter morning
Spotlighted in a golden patch of sun,
the large grey squirrel
pauses beneath the dangling feeders.
It twitches its silver fluffy tail,
nibbles delicately on a few striped seeds
then scampers away
to gather rose hips
from the tatters
of summer’s blossoms.
Molly Hogan (c) 2017
Nix the comfort zone 
Lovely! I should pay more attention to the squirrels and birds! I love your description of the squirrel pausing and then scampering away. How long until we get to enjoy our summer blossoms???
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Those summer blossoms sure do feel far away right now!
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Brilliant! My goal is to read poetry every day and you are that poem today
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Glad I could help! lol Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
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Poetry is my favorite writing mode. I loved your first line! It is like the squirrel was on stage!
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Thank you for a wonderful little poem! As coincidence would have it, I wrote about squirrels today too.
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This is lovely, Molly! The squirrels have figured out how to leap from a tree to one of our feeders. It spins like mad once they land. I can’t imagine that it doesn’t make them dizzy!
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Maybe they’re after the ride rather than the food? 🙂
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