Feeding the Squirrel

She comes around through habit;

Making rounds; each one in turn.

Traveling an old familiar circuit,

She has learned

Each yard and door she can depend on

For a handout every day.

She gathers nuts and acorns

As she goes along the way.

Some are nibbled.

Some are buried

With a tender care

In a secret hiding place

She doesn't want to share.

She leaps and hops and shakes her fluffy tail

As it unfurls.

Could there be a more amusing creature

Than a squirrel?