One day so hot I stepped outside,
To check the patio, were it dry.
To sit and rest upon the swing,
From off the rafters where I’d sing.
And as I sat and thought of things,
Of past and present, what life brings.
A little glint of something near.
Something small from over there.
Just beyond the large Begonia,
Where I’d lay and do my Yoga.
A fuzzy little tail askance,
A squirrel there, a little scamp.
Peering round the rotted log,
As though he were a sly old dog.
I sat so silently in case,
Not to scare him from his place.
But quickly did he scamper high,
Into the Fishtail Palm nearby.
To take a glance from just above,
Near the nest of Turtledove.
Quickly then I went inside,
To find a treat to just provide
A little snack. But had I naught.
Leftover cat food then I thought.
A paper bag still in the cupboard,
Just so like old Mother Hubbard.
Nothing else was there to feed,
My little friend I found indeed.
With tiny morsels for a treat,
Again outside in my bare feet.
With just a few in hand I’d fling.
Re-turn and sit then on my swing.
In hopes ‘ole Freddie might partake.
Oh yes! I named him by mistake.
So Gray and fuzzy how he looked.
One tasty bit, soon he was hooked.
And after that for weeks on end,
My afternoons I’d like to spend.
Feeding Freddie and others too,
Like some crazy backyard zoo.
Doves, and bluejays came to taste,
Blackbirds also most in haste.
To have a little cat food treat,
And in the birdbath cool their feet.
One late and humid afternoon,
A moment so in-opportune.
Ole Freddie’s belly grown so fat,,
Had little spots like on a gnat.
Oh no! I thought this must not be
Ole Freddie boy’s not what he seems.
This little friend of mine, the squirrel.
He’s not a boy. No! He’s a gurl.
After a couple weeks or so,
She came to bring to me to show.
Her little ones from in the tree,
Where she had hid them secretly.
So here’s the moral of this tale,
Just when you think it’s got a tail.
You may not see what you think you see,
Up in the folds of that old palm tree.