Face to Face

Come in my little furry friend
And meet me face to face.
Someone will open up this door
While I step back a pace.

I feel my mouth all watery:
My face a grimaced frown;
I wonder how you’ll taste my friend,
While you are going down?

“It’s never going to happen;
My mistress laughs with glee.
You can chase them round the yard,
Or run them up a tree.”

But, biting them and hurting them:
On no — it’s not to be.
A squirrel is God’s creature too
And made to scamper free.”

So now I watch through slider pane;
It’s all that I’m allowed.
But just one squirrel at my door 
Seems one more than a crowd!