There’s a squirrel in my garden
And its eating all my nuts
Hanging from the feeder
In a way that I don’t trust
The pigeons in their numbers
Simply stand and stare
And watch their morning breakfast
Vanish into thin air
That bushy tailed invader
Really does not care
For it just keeps right on eating
All the nuts that’s hanging there
It’s acrobat endeavour seem to be a feat
That mesmerizes pigeons as they waddle with empty beaks
A cat in stalking presents looks on as if beguiled
While watching that hanging squirrel
That seems to swing in style
At last it notes my presence
And makes for it’s a escape
With a belly full of peanuts
That no one said that it could take.
PTT

A Talk With God

I drift a while in outer space
And gather in each little trace
For the Angels in their loving dance
Put all Gods things within a trance
So nothing knows where it has been
And all believe its just a dream
That once they spoke with God

For out in space there’s naught but stars
And whose to say just which is ours
Except perhaps the Angels fair
Who build a world with all their care
While we just talk to God.
PTT