low animal cunning

Squirrels, 
squirreling things
about by hidden 
hoard, in secret 
nook, apparently 
forget their place.

So cunningly do 
mental notes slip 
mindfully as leaves 
from books. 

And so our hungry critter
starts! In frantic scamper
of unknowns, in hopes
to find some fund
of nuts

Some squirrel hid
stupid, careless, 
klutz. He finds! 
But does not recognize:
he found his own,
and that -

is what 
makes such a prize.  

So busy squirrels 
take stock and sock it 
squirrelly ways,
to fill the world 
with so much nuts 
it really doesn't matter
whose. Whichever role 
you play: 

All-wise and miserly,
discovering another's
hoard - right where you
left it! Every nut here's
yours, old bean. All present 
and accounted for. Or 

You could be the wily thief.
You case the joint 
where tree limbs split, 
and slip right in 
to find their nuts! 
Exactly where 
they've always been. 

Ever since 
you put them in. 

Squirrels leave presents, 
squirrels play games
and tricks in secret ways
on selves. It's just 
a neat adaptive twist 

to keep the world 
as stocked as shelves.