My Red Squirrel - a poem

She’s in my garden again today
Searching eyes keep fear at bay
Ruby, skipping over leaf and twig
For walnut feast and nuts so big

This wet year they changed green to brown
Finally to come tumbling down
For Ruby in her hidden Oak
To munch in secret with her kin-folk

The rain comes now, it’s seldom dry
She darts away swift movements shy
Walnut in mouth big as her head
Ruby dear Ruby, my squirrel red

Red squirrels they’re so damned cute
An’ I a bloody unthinking brute
Reversed too quick; I did not see
Ruby, dead Ruby, Oh cursed I be!

Apologies to all the real poets out there – I couldn't help it.