Friday, March 30, 2018

FFF - A Poem by Lee

It is Final Fiction Friday hosted by the lovely Yamini. Make sure to pop by her blog for the rules.

This month's entry is taken from a book randomly selected from my bookcase. Timothy Findley's Dust to Dust.

Phrases on the lines:
blue beyond the trees
no quite all the way to spring
all morning and all afternoon

They seem very appropriate for the weather we are having here in early spring!

Here is Lee's poem using words from the book.

On the deck I do stand,
surveying all my wonderful land.
In the tree what do I spy?
A cheeky, squeaky little guy,
who sits out there all morning and afternoon,
if I am lucky he will be my lunch soon.
But the railing blocks my way,
he is safe for another day!
Watch out Red John here I come,
There will be nothing left, not even a crumb!

Can you spot Red John the Squirrel?



14 comments:

  1. Hari OM
    OMD Lee this is FURtastic!!! you have quite the way with witty lines and I love this. Thanks for taking part - I have added you to the linky. Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

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  2. that is a super poem... we can ponder while reading what we would do with that Red John... red-atouille maybe?

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  3. Love it! There were five squirrels out when Dad took me on my walk and none of them looked the slightest bit scared of me. I think I need to get a Freddy Kruger mask or something.

    Abby Lab

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  4. Love your poem! Enjoy your Red John lunch, Hailey!

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  5. We hope you managed to chase Red John off even if you didn't catch him. Rotten hoodlums they are!🐿

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  6. That was a great poem. We hope you get him some day.

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  7. Standing ovation for your FFF poetry Lady! Excellent. I see Red John.
    I hope you all have a lovely weekend with Big Guy, your Mom and their pup.
    Healing hugs to Sam and to his excellent nurse
    HiC, Bcat and Madi

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  8. Well done, Lee - we see that tree rat on the trunk there. Those tree rats are so annoying.

    Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber

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  9. Wooftastic!
    3 bum swings! 3 more!
    Your poem speaks to me.

    Nose nudges,
    CEO Olivia

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  10. Oh a wonderful poem!!
    hugs
    Hazel & Mabel

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  11. We see Red John! We see him!! Fantastic poem! We spend a LOT of our time watching those tree rats too!

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  12. That's a cute poem. I wonder if those little red squirrels are more polite than the Evil Squirrel Cartel gray squirrels we have around here?

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  13. We sure hope you get him one day Hailey!!
    xoxo,
    Jakey, Arty & Rosy

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