Squirrels have Personalities
I’ve got no beef with the quiet ones
who go about their squirrely business,
turning over brittle brown leaves
in search of fatty seeds and nuts.
It’s the ruffians and scapegraces
in the yard, taunting my cat, Moriarty,
with their harsh chitters and chuffs,
flicking their bushy autumn tails.
“Winter is coming,” I comfort,
“You’ll be warm inside, feasting
on canned meat, watching snowflakes
cover their frozen nests.”
But Moriarty lives in the moment.
So I let him out to have his fun.
(Inspired by a news story, today’s Living Poetry Prompt and Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.)
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
What a lively piece. Great work!
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Thanks. It’d be difficult to write an un-lively piece about squirrels.
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It would have to be a squirrel playing dead…
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That would be a very different poem.
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Nice work. That Moriarty is a rapscallion indeed, as are most tom cats. You are well-matched.
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He’s a scallawag, all right. Thanks for the prompt!
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Fun. They really do have their own personalities.
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And thanks to science, we know our perceptions are not just anthropomorphizations.
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That is a $5 word!
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Ah yes, to live in Nature’s moment. Excellent. Enjoyed it.
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Thank you! It’s good to live in the moment, most of time.
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