Red squirrel cache reminds me of Mama’s Nonpareils. A Memoir Bit in 420 characters and 9 lines .

Mama cached food. Like a red squirrel she hid it &, when times got tough,

I bet she thought

“oh well when that Sumner & those damn kids are asleep,

at least I’ll have my Nonpareils.”

But, unlike the Red Squirrels

who know survival depends on eating the most nutritious pine cones 1st,

she had self-destructive habits.

Sometimes in the AM I’d see leftover tea & tiny white sprinkles.

I licked them. They were w/out equal.