Before the snow's all gone, I wanted to finish this poem which I started back during the blizzard.

A Squirrel on a Snowdrift
By larry r Linville

The hungry squirrel is very bold
but his paws are getting icy cold
on a snowdrift of at least three feet
looking hard for something to eat.

Those acorns he had put in the ground
where they could be easily found
when the winter’s cold would arrive
so he would be able to survive.

He’s asking if there’s a better way
to store his food for another day.
Perhaps there’s a big acorn bank
or would that be a crazy prank?

Now there’s only one thing to do
but it will cause trouble when he’s through.
He’ll have to find a feeder for birds
and plead with them in clever words.

But none of the feeders had any seeds
for the birds nutritional needs.
The people hadn’t put seeds out there
because of deep snow covering the stair.

So the birds and the squirrel had a plan.
They stood on the patio by a can
and looked as pathetic as they could
as a caring person inside stood.

Soon the door opened and lots of seeds
were thrown out to satisfy their needs.
They ate their fill and turned to go
as they played joyfully in the snow.