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Flaky


There is a squirrel named Flaky
He ran up and down the tree
With a friend chasing him around
 And around the trunk.

The neighbors peach tree was raided
Each peach a juicy treat
When he dropped one he got mad.
Shaking his fist in complaint.

The fence was not a defense
Used as a freeway instead.
Leaping from roof to rail
Always giving a flip of his tail.

Upon reflection we were gifted
His presence that brought us delight
We watched with curiosity
What will he do next?

Two neighborhood cats take control
Walking through each morning and night
Do they discourage Flakey?
 Maybe it is just their time

After a long wait
He made his presence known
 He reasserts his authority
 Blue Jays are chased from off his fence.

--Jean D., Adult