Whose Yard?

Quickly, quickly through the yard they scatter.
Who chases who doesn't matter.
A dozen or more bask in the sun
Resting for the next round of fun.
Fluffy tails, furry bodies, tiny feet on the move
Scampering here and there to prove
Our yard is every squirrel's playground
With trees to climb, hidden food to be found.

One peeks at me
From a hole in a tree.
Others bounce on limbs
Exercising in nature's gym,
Propeling themselves from place to place,
Suddenly sittimg upright, food at their face,
Nibble on a nut or seed,
Bury another for a time in need.

Squirrels, squirrels everywhere
Some alone, some in pairs.
Scurrying, springing silently by
Enjoying my backyard more than I
Running in rain, frolicking through flowers
Leaping in leaves, skittering in snow, for hours and hours
Weather doesn't matter. They are there.
Whose yard is this? It's mine to share.

Conversation with a Remote

"Why don't you do what I want?"
You're going too fast. Slow down.
"I'm following your directions."
No You're not. Give me a chance to do what you ask.
"Others get what they want. Why can't I?"
Look at what you're doing.
"I'm pushing the right buttons."
But you go either too slow or too fast.
"No, I don't."
Yes you do!
"You go where you want."
Yelling at me won't help.
"But you don't follow what I want."
I can't hear you anyway.
"I'm ready to throw you at the screen."
Go ahead. That won't get you the right channel either.

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