These critters eat the fat of the land,
Welcoming their young in spring to
Start, to become, meek, inheriting

The land provides a comfort when,
Seeing me walk by, they can dart
And hip hop to this tree and that

One of the squirrels later on,
Bold and unafraid, allows me
To stand about a yard nearby

Admiring them long enough
To think of taking a picture
But not to actually do so

So, this was my walk today
Early April, anticipating May
And the changes, the stays.