Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Baron Von Squirrelstein: Professor at Fluffbottom“

And so it begins, I’m growing old,

Can’t lose my bifocals –they’re my gold.

Peanuts were at one time,

They made my belly chime.

I’m growing old—oh, far too fast.

My climbing days just won’t last.

My knees and paws already ache,

Put me out of my misery, for heaven’s sake!

I’m just an old, worn-out squirrel

But my fuzzy tail, I can still twirl.

My teeth? They’re becoming so loose,

And yesterday… I climbed on a goose!

Now, if that’s not enough proof of getting old,

I’ll be the only squirrel whose cast in gold.

Whoever would have mistaken a goose for a tree?

Only me, a squirrel who had glasses, and still couldn’t see!