The morning was beautiful, the sky was blue,
I glanced out the window for something to do.
Neighbor Kitty, most calm, asleep in the leaves,
While above him there plotted three sciurine thieves.
Their leader, a dickens, named Fuzzy by me,
Stared down upon Kitty, while perched in a tree.
I feared for them all should trouble arise,
But Kitty kept sleeping, there was no surprise.
The squirrels soon tired of barking at cat,
And decided to use the limb for a chat.
The photo you see makes it look oh so dreamlike,
But I swear to you here, it truly was scheme-like.
This post is now over, my rhyme will be ending,
But with Fuzzy’s approval, this poem I’m sending.