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Poem: Squirrels at play

Squirrels at play

Turkeys stroll across the yard

Each and every day.

With Spring the squirrels have joined them;

I sit and watch them play.

Just now with bushy tails held high

They scampered up the stairs,

With the sound of pitter patter

They ran beneath my chair.

They seem to like the bird bath,

Leaping up to get some water.

And when I move to sip my tea

They scold me with their chatter.

– Betty Crim, Grass Valley

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