Word Got Out

The secret finally escaped: that

the tree in our yard was now

the place to hang out at,

where in years past, only one or two

squirrels knew about the feeder,

loaded with a treasure of shelled peanuts.

Now, a large gathering of squirrels

visited the tree each day, at times

waiting in the tree or on the ground 

to take their turn, and now I understood

why the feeder was always half empty

each day when I made my daily check.

The thank you from my little friends—

letting me watch them from the window

as they danced and dined in delight.