looking for a bite
and bothered by the cold
without a stocked larder
it was a grave misjudgment
worsening of the weather
meant an empty stomach
and bothered by the cold
without a stocked larder
it was a grave misjudgment
worsening of the weather
meant an empty stomach
in hibernation
blight on its conscience
now pining for food
utter regret often
the wages of blunder
(44 words)
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I like your title and this poem's lesson is lasting. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteWages of blunder. Interesting words. Aloha!
ReplyDeleteOh dear.... but probably he will still find another squirrel's stash
ReplyDeleteAwwww..... poor squirrel!!
ReplyDeleteWell written, Hank!
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David
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That's why he needs to gather those nuts!
ReplyDeleteAww poor little squirrel. I hope another one shares with him.
ReplyDeleteOooo. "the wages of blunder" is such a great line!
ReplyDeleteAwww, I'd share with this poor fellow. Wonderful take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteYours is a hungry squirrel, but I have to ask whether that long-eared animal in the picture is a Hungarian squirrel?
ReplyDeleteBeg your pardon Priscilla Ma'am! It is a hungry squirrel, yes! It is duly corrected. Thank you!
DeleteLooking for food is going to be a struggle.
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