Ode To a Squirrel
On a gray
November day
I watched a squirrel
at his play.
So nimbly
around the tree
his dance was lovely
wild and free.
Towards the sky
on branches high
with winged feet
he seemed to fly.
Poor earthbound me
wished I could be
as graceful
as was he.
Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2008
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