I saw a red squirrel
Eat a yellow mushroom.
Daintily he nibbled around
The edge, turning it around
And around as he feasted until
He noticed me watching……..
Irritably he scrambled to a higher branch,
But he was still in clear view nibbling
And so, once again,
He raced, complaining, to an even higher branch.
Some little people don’t like to be watched eating,
Particularly yellow mushrooms.
Poem by Thomas Deeds
I am a recently retired teacher of English, Philosophy, Ethics and World Religions. Now my time is filled with writing, reading, woodworking and gardening.