Day 17 ProlificPulse Mo Po: a poem inspired by the beauty and complexity of the natural world.

A Squirrel Named Earl © arlene s bice

A squirrel named Earl
used to leap, jump and twirl
across treetops up and down
I laughed until one day, a frown
the night before he visited my deck
took one bite, omg, what the heck
from each tomato that was ripe
so I changed my tune to gripe
no longer enjoyed a squirrel scene
I learned how to yell and scream.

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