Shivering Squirrel (Winter of '73) For James Marshall Goff

What am i doing I'm a squirrel in the cold I should have listened to my mam And done what i was told But not me you see I wanted to go into town To look for nuts and goodies Until a strong wind blew me down I fell into a corner All white with glistening snow I hurt myself when i fell I'm now so full of woe My little eye's were closing As the cold was making me shiver Although i have a furry coat I was starting to shake and quiver I sensed a shadow approaching A hand came down to me He lifted me from the snow A saviour he will be He held me in a glove The warmth came back to me If he had not looked in the corner What would they have found of thee It's now well into spring My savior's nursed me back If i was as big as them I would pat them on the back If they could see me now As i dance and run in the tree's Where the city is just a memory I'm so happy, alive and free I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup.php