A New Baby Chippie Came Down To Feast

a new baby chippie came down poem by steven humphreys

I know what you’re thinking…

what’s with this guy and

those squirrels?

he’s a bit off.

yes, probably.

I likely wouldn’t

be writing poetry

if I weren’t.

it’s like this…

I watch birds.

squirrels.

lizards on the wall.

sit in the sun.

drink my Japanese green tea.

pet my kitties.

think about things.

I have time,

but not all the

time in the world.

when young

I never understood

why old people

fed squirrels

and watched

birds.

but, when

you get old

you understand

why.

 

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