In the old shack, a lean-to, really
life was a new adventure
We raked the packed dirt floors
to clean up what the dog or squirrels didn’t eat
And ventured out on the darkest nights
to find the outhouse built of used doors
…………………………
Relatively quiet, except for
the singing pines
UNTIL
The day Mom told the
watching-patiently-with-
“Get him!”
And, thus began the frantic days
the Year of the Squirrel wars…
