Our Christmas 2014 Squirrel - A True Story
Our Christmas 2014 Squirrel - by Gayle B. Tingey (written in the cheesy style of cowboy poetry)
Well, I went downstairs on Christmas morn
To turn out the lights that Santa left on
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
After an unusual rustle fell on my ear,
But the bushy tail of a wild red squirrel
Fly through the air, so I screamed like a girl
Which made the thing run and hide in fear
That danger for him was lurking near.
Couldn’t say who was more alarmed,
Him or me, both of us unarmed.
A snarky remark was heard upstairs
Upon hearing her mother scream out prayers
My daughter’s comment like this went:
“Mom must have found a rodent.”
How the critter got in I don’t know
But I certainly wanted him to go
The unwelcome guest shot pellets galore
On the window sills and all over the floor
He had full reign of the entire basement
Including my dance studio, and he left a scent.
He chewed the curtains and ripped them down,
Squirrel signs were seen all around.
We tried different ways to catch the varmint;
Kirk set up traps, not wanting to harm it.
For a week in our basement, free to roam,
That pesky squirrel made himself at home.
On New Year’s Day his guard was down;
He got trapped alive and transported south of town.
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