Where there is a will there is a Way-My little friend comes each day-takes my food then runs away-not caring what anyone says-hanging around without a care. Doesn't work or pay the bill-all he wants is his fill.
The birds come first to see if it's safe-then little friend comes in for the chase-takes the food and runs away-eating along the way-spilling seeds for later that day. Making sunflowers you might say, where there is a will there is a way!
The poetry fits the crime scene. LOL We feed squirrels here after trying not to feed them for many years. Now we buy shelled and non-shelled peanuts and toss out for them to eat.
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