On December 2, 2020, P.T. Wyant posted at ptwyant.com a Wednesday Words prompt involving a snowstorm, a squirrel, and a gift.
This poem was the result…
A squirrel scampers down from the tree
Scattering a small pile of leaves waiting below
The closest thing we have to a snowstorm
The falling leaves, piling up, accompanied by the harsh crash of pine cones
All come tumbling down from above
So dangerous to unprotected heads and backs
The pine tree menaces while offering shade and shelter
It’s attracted so many squirrels like this one
She leaves a small gift on the porch, a gnawed-up pine cone
For the tree overhead is her restaurant
A very generous restaurant with few predators to interrupt her meals
She lets out a raspy cry over her gift
Cinnamon is not amused by her antics
She sees the tiny furry intruder
Rude enough to stay on the other side of the glass
Beyond jaws and claws that might menace her prey
Cinnamon hisses a warning, attracting Sage
She’s not hissing at him, that’s unusual
He creeps down to see what’s happening
The cats growl like two kettles bowling over
Lack of amusement is shared and catching
The squirrel chitters in their direction, not caring
After all she’s safe beyond a wall of glass.
