L'Nass Shango Poet Verse

Little Squirrel

Ah, little squirrel, there you are again
Digging what you buried long ago
And here I am trespassing your domain
And shivering in the wintry blow
       You've come down, and I've come out
       To exhume my buried heart
       And wrestle with the tyrant of my doubt
       While two hopes tear my mind apart

Shall I prefer spring or its death in summer
Shall I hold true to pain to honor words
Love has no eyes and cannot see tomorrow
But, O, you know the songs of all birds
        Tell me, sweet nut gatherer, at sunset
        When the chorale begins, what choice
        You make and how that deletes regret
        When you dance to the vestal voice?

Ah, little squirrel, could I live free here
Content in winter's chill or sunny rain
Could I gather my buried things and stare
At life without despair ... what art to gain
         A spirit that memory has never stained
         A carefree contentment from a tree
         An ignorance of what the world disdained
         An innocence, little squirrel, like thee.

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