The Door Mat

 Doing crossword
 in the dining area, with
the door fully open.

 the  bright sunlight 
gushes in, the breeze 
flows through,

Engrossed in solving the puzzle
 I did not notice a tiny  
one nearby.

 Once I hear a gritting sound,
 I look across to find from
 where it comes.

Lo!  it is right in front of me.
a piece of fur from 
my new red door mat

is in its mouth,  looks gagged almost
 that saves my mat.
else the major will be bitten.

I shoo the squirrel off
it did not hurry as I expect
but trots with ease,