son of squirrel
sits in my sanctuary eating my seeds
which hungry mama squirrel
(who apparently brought her whole family and lives in my tree)
dropped down from the
seed house above
these seeds I bought specifically
for feeding all my bird friends
who gather around my backyard
and chirp waking up my wife
who doesn’t think it’s music to her ears
at 6 AM…
yet son of squirrel wants me not for my money
or fell in love with me because I’m so very handsome
he doesn’t want the pink slip to my car
the deed to my house
or be added to my will
he’s not waiting for the day I kick the bucket
so he can cash in on my life insurance…
he just loves me for my seeds.
how do I know son of squirrel
isn’t daughter of squirrel?
truthfully I don’t have a clue.
but I do know what the price of real love is…
it costs peanuts maybe even chicken feed.
so worth that fifty cents a pound for that
Flock’s finest wild bird food twenty pound bag
from Stater Brother’s market I bought nearly
a month ago!