Tiny Shrew
He's tiny
barely one inch long,
stubby tail
too short to grab or hold.
Glossy black ebony fur
so thick and full
reflected in the rays of sun
too brief to be seen.
He's fast and quick
slithering between the stones
appearing in the hidden crevices
then gone.
The seeds are set
clustered in a dish
prepped for bird, squirrel or chipmunk
but from the earth below he rises.
Rippled fur to find a place
taking seed hurriedly
just one or two
then disappears.
Beneath the stones somewhere
below the piled branches
in between the scattered leaved
he slips into a burrowed home.
There lies piles of sequestered seed
stored dry, ready and safe
for the cold winter ahead
the stockpile haven
of a tiny shrew.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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