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Basking, in the warmth of sun
Soaking it in, before day is done
Relaxing here, on this quiet tree
Where no one really notices me
I blend in well, with winter gray
And I can lounge the day away
Until it’s time, to go back home
Into this tree, that’s mine, alone
Author’s note: This is not my buddy, Gandolph. He’s just another gray squirrel who hangs out in our tree 🙂
Poem and Photo ©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Very charming.
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Yes, he is 🙂 Thanks, Dorna!
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The last few days have been very kind to to squirrels. I have little holes everywhere in the yard.
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haha me too! The story is many an oak has grown from squirrels who have misplaced their acorns 🙂
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Love this….Let them speak. 😉 Excellent. Hugs!
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Thank you, Bushka! Hope everything is well on your side of the pond 🙂 Hugs!
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All Well….dicey governments notwithstanding…..any different, there? Hugs! ❤
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Nope, same here LOL Hugs! ❤
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Hugs! ❤
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Oh, so sweet how you captured its thoughts. I was inhaling spring today. Although it is raining, it is so mild and I even heard the birds vividly chirping in the morning!
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The beautiful sounds of morning, rain and birds. Doesn’t get any better than that 🙂
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And the smell!!! That smell!!!!!!!!
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😀
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