A squirrel chitters
Outside double pane windows
I sip hot chocolate
While she eats frozen acorns
I stay quiet, she feels secure.
This was written for Collen Chesebro’s weekly Tanka Tuesday #112 – Cold and Safe. When I was growing up, we hunted squirrels vigorously – but one winter, a tiny squirrel climbed up on our porch and ate our dog’s food. She would cuddle up against the window, from whence I suppose some heat emitted, and eat her bounty. Our poor dog was basically Gandhi and wouldn’t defend his food, so we eventually started putting cereal grains and nuts out on a table so she’d have preferable goods to eat.
In the spring she had a nest full of baby squirrels in a tree nearby. They grew up bigger than her, took her territory, and kicked her further into the forest where we never saw her again. We later shot them and ate them.