442 Defeated March, 2012

Posted on March 11, 2016 by Ken Greenman

He manages the baffle
without a stumble.
Curls around the suet holder
for his morning nibble,
his winter fluffy tail
gripping for support.
Even after I’ve yelled, clapped, snarled
from my kitchen window.
“Get outta there! Suet’s for birds!”
I confess I’m beat.
Hiding hurt hubris, I concede.
(Squirrels have to eat to, you know)
WE SHALL ALLOW IT.

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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