A squirrel came a-scratchin’
Upon our window screen.
I turned to look, quite startled,
Whatever could this mean?
I tried to keep on reading,
But couldn’t concentrate.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Was this to be my fate?
I pounded on the window
“Begone and don’t come back!”
Not fifteen minutes later,
I heard the tell-tale scratch.
What does this squirrel want?
Why does he plague me so?
“Why are you on my window?
I really want to know!”
The squirrel never answered.
I don’t think this will end.
I’ll have to see it as
A visit from a friend.
Based on a true story. Last night I dreamed that when I opened the window, the squirrel got through the screen and into the house. I picked it up by the nape of its neck like a cat and put it back outside. Even as I was writing this, the little guy was on the screen again, sniffing and scratching. My husband thinks the squirrel lost his wedding ring up in the screen somewhere and is doomed to keep trying to find it.
What do you think?
I’ll be scratching this post in the morning.
