The pumpkins placed upon the steps
To
set a scary mood
Were
attractive both to look at
And
to squirrels, too, as food.
At
first, they nibbled here and there
But
then were on a roll
And
chewed their way inside
Via
an ever-growing hole.
On
every pumpkin (there were four),
These
entries could be found
And
seeds or some discarded bits
Were
scattered on the ground.
My
husband caught, on video,
One
squirrel peeking out,
Then
exiting with one quick leap
While
others milled about.
And
soon another made his move,
An
acrobatic dash,
His
last until next year, for what
Was
left’s now in the trash.
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