The Chase
The Chase
Sitting by the window,
Light snow coming down.
Watching two brown and one
grey.
High above,from tree to tree.
On wires nimble as can be.
A game of tag,fluffy tails swishing,
as they chase each other round
and round.
A minuscle sound will make them
scurry to higher ground.
Statue like they sit,still as can be.
Till all perceived threats are gone.
Then the game goes on.
Anne Rutherford
Copyright 2012
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