Shivering Squirrel (Winter of '73) For James Marshall Goff
What am i doing
I'm a squirrel in the cold
I should have listened to my mam
And done what i was told
But not me you see
I wanted to go into town
To look for nuts and goodies
Until a strong wind blew me down
I fell into a corner
All white with glistening snow
I hurt myself when i fell
I'm now so full of woe
My little eye's were closing
As the cold was making me shiver
Although i have a furry coat
I was starting to shake and quiver
I sensed a shadow approaching
A hand came down to me
He lifted me from the snow
A saviour he will be
He held me in a glove
The warmth came back to me
If he had not looked in the corner
What would they have found of thee
It's now well into spring
My savior's nursed me back
If i was as big as them
I would pat them on the back
If they could see me now
As i dance and run in the tree's
Where the city is just a memory
I'm so happy, alive and free
I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James
and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply.
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