The Water Flows

Years of dry grasses, struggling trees, watchful creatures And then the waters come, crashing splashing All night, every day, leaves and branches waving Pounding roofs, dark skies, stinging windows No singing birds, no cawing crows One lone squirrel black and heavy I suspect a mother desperate for food Found walnuts for her and thrown onto the shed There she is crunching away I wish I had a dry home for her Then a few dry hours in the afternoon and grey squirrels arrive But the black squirrel remains I need to find a dry place for her Another storm is on its way, winds and rains, heavy drops Tonight I search from Amazon for some dry space for her As she struggles to care for her babies Babies I was never able to have, babies I try to help, Human, puppies, kittens crows and squirrels Though I know that the water gives life to us all