The Squirrels: free verse

The squirrels
have gone on strike;
I can hear them
chattering,
each one voicing their dislike.

The gist
is not flattering.

Yesterday we had the trees removed
planted too close to the house,
against the back fence,
that blocked the sun
and housed the squirrels.

The trees had to go;
they were damaging roofs
and fences and walls.

But try explaining that
to a squirrel.

16 APR 2004

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