Squirrel Appreciation

I’m playing my violin for a squirrel

on the bird feeder outside the window.

He pretends to listen as he eats at full speed

in the snow, and certainly looks wide awake.

I tell him I’m Paganini Pierre.

He says that is quite all right with him.

Keep the popcorn coming, Pal,

and you can tell me you're Liberace too.

He’s been eating for over half an hour,

and before that when I was drinking tea. 

At last he starts to look critical.

I quit before he can leave.