EXISTENTIAL QUESTIONS--What's it all about Scamper

Scamper perches on the oak’s thin wrist,  
tail curled like a question mark  
he hasn’t quite asked yet.

Morning light spills over him,  
and he blinks as if the sun  
has just whispered something  
he’s not sure he’s ready to hear.

He studies an acorn  
as though it contains  
the blueprint of being~  
turns it, weighs it,  
presses his nose to its quiet shell  
and wonders, Why does anything grow at all?

He pauses mid-sprint  
to consider the wind:  
Why does the wind come?
Why does it leave?
Why does it never stay long enough
to explain itself? 

Sometimes he stares at the sky  
with a seriousness  
that startles the blue~  
as if he’s trying to decide  
whether the clouds are wandering  
or simply lost.

And when dusk gathers  
its purple shawl,  
he sits on the fence rail,  
small paws folded,  
asking the last question of the day~  
the one even the trees  
lean in to hear:

What does a life mean  
when all its moments  
are this brief  
and this bright?

10th grade11th grade12thlight verse

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