This ain’t
hide and go seek bird snacks.
Ain’t no “oh yeah, I left
my lunch there,”
for you, squirrels!

Don’t act like we don’t feed you
your three pounds a week.

This time
we’ve got netting
and a pinwheel parade to
persuade y’all away.

Look. It ruffles my feathers, too.
But there’s room. We can all grow tall.

Don’t make me plant more onions
or marigolds if you misbehave.