Monkey Nuts By The Score Are Brought By Angels To Their Door Poem by john (called jack) wren

The favoured squirrels of Fleet wood
don't go to Tesco's for their food
it's delivered to them free of charge
by angels dressed in camouflage
who appear on a regular basis
to top up this woodland oasis
keeping it stocked to overflow
like any well managed bistro
monkey nuts by the score
on good days even more
are left in well made boxes
out of reach of nosy foxes
who, are left with empty shells
fitting for those ne'er do wells
who slink away out of sight
before their tempers ignite.
and so regardless of the weather
these kind souls will endeavour
to see that all those little reds
are well nourished in their beds

a small tribute to those kind folk
who endeavour to keep a healthy
population of Red Squirrels in Fleet Wood
I for one give thanks