Whitened flakes from sky do fall,
From a tree standing crisp and tall,
Making those who see them pause
For they cannot see their cause.
Then I see, up in the tree,
Nestled ‘twixt the twigs and leaves,
Furry face and scruffy paws,
A feisty squirrel who dazes all.
Nibbling with his tiny limbs
on the fruit secured for him,
Buckeye-lover, Squirrely-tail –
his ingenuity can’t fail.
Then we laugh, we see the cause,
whitened flakes from furry paws,
tell of a delicious treat –
his snack this squirrel doth happ’ly eat.
– 30 July 2014