Scampering around the yard, 
trying to find something new.

I'm hunting for my winter's stash
to hold me over until spring.

So I scamper, sniff, discover and bury
any yummy kind of thing.

You may watch but don't come close
for I'll shake my tail and run.

Then I'll scamper up the tree, 
and chatter at you, for fun!

I may not be very big in size
but even though I'm small,

I have a yard full of buried treasures
and I'll certainly claim them all. 

So, this winter, when looking out your window 
and you see movement beside the tree.

That little patch of fluff digging in the snow,
will, most certainly, be me!

Busy by Karen Sarnecki, ©2004