THE ENCOUNTER

THE ENCOUNTER

The dog's been sleeping in the shed
Instead of the doghouse that we built,
So I've set her food dishes inside
Along with a big old comfy quilt.

Each morning I go fill the dish
And bring some water for her, too,
I always rub her aging head,
It seems the right thing to do.

As I stepped inside yesterday,
Much to my surprise and dismay
I heard a noise and saw movement
In the corner just a foot away!

A frightened squirrel jumped and ran
Right up the side of the shed;
I don't know how she did it
But her feet must have good tread!

Up and out the door it scurried
And I just stood there yelling
Not quite a scream but close enough
From what the neighbors are telling.

I had visions of that little squirrel
Pouncing on my old gray head;
And I kept up the shouting
Loud enough to wake the dead -

There isn't much that scares me,
But this encounter with a critter
Left me shaking like a leaf
And just a darn sight bitter.

I thought squirrels lived in trees,
Ate nuts and weren't so rude
As to scare the wits out of me
And eat my poor old dog's food!

Countrymom
4/21/04

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