Sunday, March 27, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Yesterday on a snowy spring morn
Birds arrived, more than one thousand strong
The air was filled with their plaintive cry
Feed us now or we’ll surely die

You didn’t fill our feeders you thoughtless twit
You fed us in years passed so we planned on it
By the time I bought seed most of the birds had flown
Leaving a feast for a fat grey squirrel to enjoy all alone

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Squirrel_eating_from_feeder

Photo: Squirrel in a Bird Feeder (Wikipedia)

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About Carol A. Hand

What matters are not the titles I’ve held or university degrees I earned or the size of a house or bank account. It’s really what I’ve learned from ordinary people like me whom I’ve met along the way. They taught me to live with gratitude and give thanks for each new day.
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24 Responses to Sunday, March 27, 2016

  1. cakmn says:

    In pairs or flocks or all alone
    whether flying afar or staying at home
    each being creating its own reality
    with doors to meaning opened through poetry

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  2. Thanks for that poetic gem, Carol 🙂

    “You fed us in years passed so we planned on it”
    ~ Oh, how we take for granted the gifts of Mother Earth!”

    “Leaving a feast for a fat grey squirrel to enjoy all alone”
    ~ Those who already have more than enough to satisfy their needs, get even more.

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  3. sojourner says:

    Wait!
    Does this mean the late squirrel gets the worm?

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    • Yes, I guess the squirrel gets the seeds and whatever worms they harbor. I’ve tired to police their behavior in the past with no success, so I’ve learned to accept what I haven’t been able to change. But I did stand inside urging the remaining birds to organize and drive the squirrel from its new kingdom. Sadly, they preferred to give up without a try.

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      • sojourner says:

        Wow, the birds, here, are much more militant. You know us Buckeyes! I have seen them dive bombing marauding squirrels before.

        I love squirrels and birds, so it’s hard for me to take sides. But I understand the birds need food right now.

        Have you checked on line to see if there is a humane way to chase off this squirrely character?

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  4. sue says:

    funny and sweet. thanks for making me smile.

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  5. This made me chuckle, Carol. I’m sorry the birds left and the squirrels got the food, but you did such a lovely job of describing the scene and circumstances. Love, N 🙂 ❤

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  6. Fun Post! Remember, Squirrels are people, too!!

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  7. Love the photo and the poem

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