Feeding Time

Observing squirrels through a pane of glass,
I see them growing fatter every day.
Voraciously they forage, adding mass
and making tree limbs bounce from what they weigh.
They’re full of flora calories and sass.
They vandalize the plants and throw away
the bulk of what they pluck from any tree.
They never leave persimmon fruit for me.

(Ottava Rima)

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