I Have A Little Squirrel

I Know She Is Not Mine

I have a little squirrel

I have a little squirrel
Or at least to me it seems.
She comes to me when I call
For a nut or a seed to eat.

I have a little squirrel 
Of course I know it’s not mine.
God made them one and all
His to delight us all.

I have a little squirrel
I have not named her at all.
But I know it is a girl’
As she stood up to show us all.

I have a little squirrel 
That comes for a bite or two.
Will she bring her little ones
In the spring to share her tasty plate?

I have a little squirrel
She climbs my pant leg so
She can reach the peanut
To sit and eat or run to hide it.

I have a little squirrel
Hairs glisten in the sun clean and bright.
Now she scratches. 
Is it a flee (that bits) she feels?

I have a little squirrel
Who comes when I call
While others shake their tails
While they scamper away.

I have a little squirrel
I don’t like chased away
By our neighbor’s cat
Or their barking dogs.

Other little squirrels, though, 
Teases those below with a
Steady chat-chat chattering 
and a whipping of their tails.

I started thinking about this poem on 2/21/2019. 
I was feeding her sunflower seeds and peanuts on our patio table. 
I started writing this poem about 11:00 PM on 2/21/2019.