"The Hoarders"

   A

bandid

woolly

bear

inches toward wintry

crevis, waylaid momentarily, tossed,

turned, by terrier nose and toddler toes, curious

to see where it goes.  Indignant squirrel shakes its tail

as unearthed is its precious stash and toddler laughs to see

the little brown “bedtime” cap -   Buzzin’ bees dart to and fro

between goldenrods and astor,  gentle noise disrupted

by six legs and a tail blazing a trail off the beaten path.

Two heads together, tousled and weary, lick and giggle 

as they reminisce, regale day's numerous adventures,

tongue and cheek no longer flushed, but cooled

against cotton pillow, softly breathing their way

to sleep, dreaming of a tomorrow of down-

filled coats and well stocked pantry

their hoarding a little 

less urgent.

Zzz

by Margaret Bednar

Just thought it would be fun to repost this poem.