Little red creature Oh so small Little red creature Just a wee ball. Of rusty red fluff. He has tiny cheeks He fills till they puff. Where you been Little Red? We worried and fretted Afeard you were dead! Perhaps all this time You were snug in your bed? Snoring and dreaming Of little Miss Red?
Did hunger pangs drag you Out in the cold? Did an empty tummy Make you so bold? Chasing the birds Away from their food Putting the grey boys In a really bad mood! So glad you're back Living under my hedge Every day taking breakfast On my porch, at the edge, Whence you can flee With the speed of an arrow Should you happen to see The threatening shadow Of that other Red, The one with talons. I've asked him not To feed on my friends, But he'd only say "That just depends How hungry I happen to be that day."
Adirondack Red Squirrel. Another of my friends. So glad he’s back!