I’m a devoted watchdog, valiant and kind But squirrels in my back yard cause me to lose my mind
They skitter up the maple, they chatter and they scold The awful names they call me would make your blood run cold.
They are, of course, mere cowards, they’re brave up in the tree They won’t fight on my level ’cause they’re afraid of me.
I cannot climb the maple so I stand guard below Until, bored with the stand-off, I nobly let them go.
Blanche, this is great! Perfect picture with poem, too! : )
Thanks so much, Fran. It’s good to hear from you. Yes, those squirrels are the bane of Nemo’s life, but he gets a secret pleasure from chasing them!