My squirrels gifted
me surprise sunflowers,
stalks asserting themselves
amongst the hosta & lavender,
gutters and gourds.  

I call them tree rats,
but they are generous in their struggle.
Little limbs stretch to reach heights,
chittering heads on a swivel for the local hawks.  

The avians only take.
Blueberries, blackberries,
anything the screeching elitest
monsters can get their hands on. 
They soar easily, stealing treasures.