An Ode To a Squirrel
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July.3.2023
The Joy of watching Animals Poetry Contest
Natasha. L. Scragg
Oh, little chirpy squeaking squirrel
I see you always dressed in grey apparel
Swift as an arrow you can run
Watching you scamper the tree is fun
Is it when you are joyous and hale,
That you are seen flicking your bushy tail?
Along the ground and over the bough you scurry,
Darting up and down in great hurry.
Why do you arch your back and sniff the air,
When you see someone coming near?
Men seem to annoy and leave you in fear,
That you take to heels in top gear.
You live in the holes of boles
But rarely rest in those hollows
When the weather is warm and bright,
You forage food with all your might.
To beat the wintry days, you have many tactics
And it is a pleasure to watch your antics
You strive to fill your granary with nuts and grain
To this end, you are ready to take any strain
For you, living is the sole occupation
From labour, you never take any vacation
Seeing the manner you move and run
It seems you have so much energy to burn
How I love you little chirpy squirrel
Come to me, I shall feed you with nut’s kernel
Oh chattering friend, you remove from my dull day
All that can leave me in possible dismay
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2023
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