Jack nimbly climbed the sunflower stalk
The prize in sight his aim
Reaching long up its full height
Plucked a flower head quite clean
“Come look and see,” husband exclaimed
“He’s grabbed it with his mouth”
Us too slow from laughing hard
Lost pic of Jack going south
With a scamper, a victory hop
Mouth stuffed full with flower head
Jack swished his bushy tail then
Across the arbor fence he fled
Stopping once to taste his prize…
Could the mystery be finally hacked?
Who planted those surprise flower seeds?
Was it our friend Squirrelly Jack?
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6 Word Poetry #85 of the fabulous website
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