Bird Feeder

There was once a squirrel
Who enjoyed nothing more
Than to eat out of a man’s bird feeder

There was once a man
Who enjoyed nothing less
Than to have a squirrel in his bird feeder

The squirrel would say
“Why are these birds any more entitled to food than I?
Will this man not just leave me alone?”

The man would say
“Why does this squirrel feel entitled to the birds’ food?
Will this squirrel not just leave me alone?”

Each day they fought over the feeder
During each meal
And each time
Each of them got angrier

This cycle had been the same for a long time
Until one day, the man had enough
“If this squirrel won’t stop, then no one shall eat!”
He said, and took the bird feeder down

This left both the squirrel and the birds
In a very brown mood
As now the food had gone
They would be gone too

This left both the man and his cats
In a very brown mood
As now the birds had gone
Their favorite view was gone too

The birds and the squirrel
Paid no mind to that now
As they’d heard whispers
That the neighbor just got a new bird feeder

The cats and the man
Paid great mind to that now
As every morning was much quieter without the birds
And much less fun without the squirrel

—Connor