When breaks the morning?
The squirrels let me know.
No coffee for them,
pure adrenaline.
Up and down
the jungle gym,
a chattering.
Did one flip a grin?
The trees tall their tails.
Why cross a street,
when branches
become rails?
The sun’s full on,
crowning the trees,
but all I see
are the likes of these.
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“Up and down the jungle gym.”
This line gives me a new perspective of the dozen walnut trees that I planted along the fence line of our yard. Now 40 feet tall with an equally wide sweep, home to far too many gymnastic red squirrels, black squirrels, and grey squirrels that hoard an abundance of walnuts in many surprising places every autumn.
Wow! Nice tree line. You built a playground! Sweet.
What’s the saying? “You build it and they will come.”
Gerald the Writer 
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