City Living on Cooper Street
by Helen Deachman
The man next door is getting ready to re-shingle his garage roof,
And now the squirrels are upset.
A year or so ago when perhaps he had no time to do a proper job
He covered the middle beams with a large plywood slab
That the squirrels regarded as their very own slide.
Who ever thought that squirrels possessed such ingenuity,
but there they were, giving each other a gentle push
to get them started on their way.
You've heard how hard it is to rid yourself of squirrels:
cunning, determined creatures.
And I know you'll find this hard to believe,
But one day I noticed a squirrel perched in a tree
almost six feet above the ground, holding a double page
of the Ottawa Citizen, so engrossed in what she was reading
that she didn't move when i approached.
So now it seems they've moved on
from reading to writing.
Last night my neighbour (the re-shingler), received
in his mailbox, a note. And yes, you guessed it:
written by the furry chief scribe.
It seems that at their last weekly meeting
the squirrels took in hand the matter of the thoughtless neighbour.
Next week they will attend the City by-law committee.
How they will make known their grievance
is yet to unfold...
No doubt the roofer will have his own version.
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