Stanley has competition

Last summer, as I sat in my yard next to my pond,

I was often joined by a little baby squirrel.

He'd stretch himself out across the rocks, 

slurping lazily at the water.

He had red in his coat,

and a wiry tail.

I called him Bradley,

and claimed him as my very own.

As the summer went on, 

I watched Bradley grow into a fine young squirrel,

until--one day--I saw a Bradley-esque figure,

crushed in the road at the end of my driveway.

I began to notice he didn't come around anymore...

and concluded my Bradley had met a sad end.

I'm a pragmatist, so I got over it pretty quick.

Then there was yesterday, in which Stanley came to call.

He creeped me out, if you want to know the truth.

But this morning as I sat in my cozy chair, 

talking things over with the Lord,

I heard a commotion out by the window

and went to investigate.

"Stanley." I thought;

but no:

This little guy was tiny,

with red in his coat and a wiry tail.

He looked at me and aloud I cried--

Bradley?! Bradley Jr.?

And then he nose dived into the bush,

in what has to be the most hilarious thing I've seen all week.

Move over Stanley;

Bradley Jr. is on the scene.