The Squirrel Peeking Back at Me

I was driving down the alley, and turned out on the street.

Came up to the junction that I had to meet.

Made a left turn whoop-dee-doo to go the other way,

And gradually sped up to get on with the day.

I got a good laugh when I looked over at a tree.

A squirrel ran up it, as it tried to hide from me.

It peeked it head out to see if I was gone.

That goofy animal watched as I drove on.

Went on to work to do what I do best.

I stocked up stuff after putting on my vest.

Lunch came and went then work was done.

Then it was time for me to head back on home.

One left turn here, and another one there.

I was glad to head home without a care.

Turned down the road that led to the house.

Then I thought I spied a really huge mouse.

I got a good laugh when I looked over at a tree.

A squirrel ran up it, as it tried to hide from me.

It peeked it head out to see if I was gone.

That goofy animal watched as I drove on.

Parked the truck in the garage, and closed the door.

Walked on around to unlock a few more.

I ate dinner, and brushed my teeth, too.

Sat at my computer for a duty to do.

Opened up Word to type away my thoughts.

Published some on the net. Not all was lost.

Checked out PayPal to see what was new.

Found out my bank account had added a few.

I went back to the kitchen for a late night snack.

Had some sweet iced tea and a tiny meal pack.

I decided to sit outside on the covered patio,

I'd have a good break, and turn on the radio.

I got a good laugh when I looked over at a tree.

A squirrel ran up it, as it tried to hide from me.

It peeked it head out to see if I was still there.

I tossed over a cracker, and it jumped up in the air.

Hanging on a branch as if it had just been shot.

That goofy squirrel had no idea what I had dropped.

Peering on over to see if I would leave,

It cautiously crept on down out of the tree.

Flat on the ground in a military pose,

It scooted on over sniffing with it nose.

It must have thought it died and went to heaven.

That tasty morsel, it did give, not a ten but an eleven.

I made a new friend who didn't really care.

He just wanted more crackers thrown over there.

We made a game of it around the lawn.

I knew it was enough when it opened up and yawned.

I got a good laugh when I looked over at a tree.

A squirrel ran up it, as it tried to hide from me.

It peeked it head out to see if I was still there.

I tossed over a cracker, and it jumped up in the air.

This poem may not be the best, but I thought it would be funny if sung to the tune of "Battle of New Orleans" by Johnny Horton. I did have a squirrel stare me down as I passed it on the way to work the other day. And yes, it did peek out at me as if I did not notice it.

It is interesting how one can take a little event out of life, and turn it into a short story.