Betim Muco Poet I do not know?

I Spoke With a Small Squirrel

I spoke with a small squirrel
In my backyard 
We talked about the oncoming winter
How the days were getting shorter
She told me how difficult it was to get food
And I confessed my troubles 
How problems with the kids
Were wearing me down
She only laughed 
Within her tiny movable muzzle
And shock her gray tail
Bushy as a little fir tree 
Those difficulties are nothing! She said
You don't know what we have to go through 
With our kids
I felt a delightful swirl in myself
I was speaking with a smart squirrel 
In my backyard 
While the afternoon sun
Was straining to warm up
The fall air

November 2009

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Donna Jones April 23, 2013 at 4:32 PM So much hidden wisdom in your poetry....

Robert Pettit February 15, 2011 at 4:39 PM Are you Doctor Doolittle? If you can talk to animals, you should win a Nobel Prize. This is an entertaining read.

Poet Destroyer A February 14, 2011 at 6:52 PM lol those squirrels know what they're talking about, a delightful read, enjoyed this one,..p.d.

Dr.Ram Mehta February 14, 2011 at 6:50 PM I enjoyed this beautiful write on I spoke with a small squirrel, Retim

Robert A. Dufresne February 14, 2011 at 6:42 PM I talk with those little critters all the time. Enjoyed your poem, Betim