Happy are he and she

who feed

Blue Birds,

Cardinals,

Chickadees

and even

the raptor-like Thrasher.

And who,

after assaulting, cursing, screaming,

purchasing BB guns and sling shots

and considering

barbed wire

wrapped tight around their

defeated Droll Yankee Spinners

and their square, iron-grilled suet holders,

finally

come to enjoy watching

voracious, combative, gluttonous, trappezian

Fox, Brown and Gray Squirrels

who,

inevitably,

sooner and later,

gain unimpeded permission

for admission on to

His and Her

backyard feeding fields

once armistice is achieved,

He and She

having, at last,

accepted this irrefutable, undeniable

fact:

“Into each life,

comes squirrels.”