Money Poem by Craig Steiger
Money
The wayward squirrel
Who lingers in morning sun
Admiring leaves or seeking silence
Is met with the reproach
Of squirrel wisdom,
With the squirrel-wheel mantra-
Time is Acorns!
I'll think of this one as I watch my squirrels in the back yard. Soon they will be digging like crazy.
That's true, but maybe they all know where each buries his hoard... Colin J..
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4/24/2024 12:35:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is nicely done, Craig.