The Squirrel

The Squirrel
Agile, gray-brown fluff
 burying acorns in the yarded scruff,
future mighty oak spawned nests of hope
 stretched out branch trapezed along a tightrope,
chatter banter circular frolicking unfaint
 tail challenge waving screech complaints,
acrobatic voyeur of the crowned aerial topography
 where forest backwood wilderness rise with progeny,
to accommodate and nurture eagle wannabes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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November 17, 2019 at 4:15 PM
DM, you painted a perfect picture of a squirrel in words... I watch them all the time frolicking... I sent you a soupmail
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