I confess that the there to which I was so confidently brought was somewhere else than the place you had in mind, Richard. I thought all the squirrel stuff was metaphorical, and that the setting was a pub frequented by aging war veterans (cued by the title). But I don't think that's a problem, the squirrel feeder merely augments my own reading, and both readings co-exist neatly together. I also did not read the poem as dismissive in its satire, but rather as affectionate.
Nemo
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