Looking outside,
Another beautiful day,
With the help of a slight breeze,
The freshly sprouted leaves begin to sway.
Two small deer, chasing each other up and down the hill,
This world new to them, not for a moment they are still.
Many different critters have come around here to visit me,
The squirrels are one of the most interesting to see.
They each bury hundreds of nuts, all over the place,
Located by land marks, trees, houses, something big to remember,
With a very good nose to smell, they can find their stash,
When the ground is snow covered, after the fall month of September.
They also take mushrooms, lay them to dry, where branches connect to trees,
Squirrels, have an extra source of food, often they are prey on the ground.
Jumping from branches high in the trees, yet so quiet as they walk past me.
The original Tom Maxwell © 04/25/2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 2:34 AM UTC
Looking outside,
Another beautiful day,
With the help of a slight breeze,
The freshly sprouted leaves begin to sway.
Two small deer, chasing each other up and down the hill,
This world new to them, not for a moment they are still.
Many different critters have come around here to visit me,
The squirrels are one of the most interesting to see.
They each bury hundreds of nuts, all over the place,
Located by land marks, trees, houses, something big to remember,
With a very good nose to smell, they can find their stash,
When the ground is snow covered, after the fall month of September.
They also take mushrooms, lay them to dry, where branches connect to trees,
Squirrels, have an extra source of food, often they are prey on the ground.
Jumping from branches high in the trees, yet so quiet as they walk past me.
The original Tom Maxwell © 04/25/2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
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