146 King of the bird feeders

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Ken Greenman

The biggest squirrel chases
the others around the feeder,
dashes down the pole
to the ground,
up again,
around the box, until,
alone,
he perches on top,
nibbling seed,
guarding his throne,
king,
while oaks, maples, firs,
soar above him, cover him, shade him, obscure him
and above the trees,
hungry hawks circle
and above the hawks,
heaven.

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