Julie A. Dickson
My father arrested squirrels long before aluminum cones affixed to bird feeder pole were patented; he improvised with a metal trash can lid, drilled out center – Havahart trap set, peanut butter coated crackers and paws, thrashed in cage, he painted tail tips white. Aha! They returned to abscond with seed meant for cardinals and bluebirds. I feed the squirrels, not the birds; unshelled peanuts, their favorite. Daily I watch squirrels, distant companions from window, peanuts grasp, gnaw, and release; one has a bad eye, another scarred, attacked by hawks? I only bawk at the gigantic turkeys and jays who disrupt squirrels, welcome friends, recognize my voice from kitchen window, where peanuts are thrown.
Julie A. Dickson is a rescuer of feral cats, advocate for captive elephants and a poet. Dickson writes of nature, environment, animal and human rights, bullying and teen issues. Her poetry can be found in Ekphrastic Review, Blue Heron Review, Poetry Quarterly, The Harvard Press, among others. Full length works are available on Amazon. Her poem, The Sky must Remember was nominated in 2018 for a Push Cart Prize.