In the realm where the bluebirds sing,  
Two humble nests in springtime cling.  
Spike O'Dell, with a curious eye,  
Noticed one nest, under the sky,  
Seemed not of bluebird make or kind—  
A mystery nest, there to find.

With care, he reached to understand,  
What creature had claimed this land.  
But quick as lightning, from its lair,  
Something darted through the air.  
A bite or scratch, too fast to see,  
Left Spike wondering, "What could it be?"

A photo taken, truth to tell,  
Confirmed the tales Spike would dwell.  
Not a bluebird, with feathers bright,  
But a flying squirrel, in flight!  
Nestled within, a surprise guest,  
In the bluebird box, it chose to rest.

So let this tale remind us all,  
Nature’s surprises, big and small.  
In the dance of life, wild and free,  
There’s more than what we think we see.  
Spike’s adventure, by nests beguiled,  
Shows the wonder of the wild.

March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop