Best Squirrels Poems
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
swiftly stashing them out of view.
In a hurry to stuff their guts,
spunky squirrels gather up nuts.
With bulging cheeks and furry butts,
you love to see them passing through.
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
stashing them safely out of view.
You love to see them passing through,
scampering around the garden.
And though they'll dig a hole or two,
you love to see them passing through.
Storing nuts, they'll bury a few;
before the ground starts to harden.
You love to see them passing through,
scampering around the garden.
So, if you have time in your day,
Quietly, spy on them at play.
Unafraid; they won't run away:
Instead, they tend to be quite bold.
Remember to watch, and not hold,
Rabies is something you should fear:
Enjoy them from afar, not near.
Loping along from tree to tree;
Scurrying free, for all to see.
There’re many names for this place
Where sanity slips takes a break
Sometimes called the nut house
You can hear the squirrels shout
The funny farm I’d rather say
For someone laughs in the day
Even if it’s no joke to be there
There’s always a person who stares
Some are nice some are kind
Some mean drugged out of mind
A hospital to save you from self
Empower better mental health
Even then wrote poems in my head
Didn’t share as ambition was dead
Decided to stop talking to voices
Gave the muse all of my choices
“How did you sleep last night”
Like a rock but frozen in time
Always cold in that sterile place
Made it out by amazing grace
Looking back in the reflection glass is painful yet empowering and the reasons I pick this moment is the same. Being broken inside was very hard and I felt helpless and hopeless. It took time for despair to peel away like an onion. I recall being strapped to a bed and not caring refusing food or liquids so I was fed intravenously. Eventually I found the will to live after I had tried to take my life. I lost vision of what made me so ill I only knew that I at one time wanted to die. I almost did as I was in I.C.U. and intubated for weeks in a coma. God refused me in heaven so back to my body I went. The hardest line to write was decided to stop talking to voices because I really was tormented so horribly that I stopped talking at all for a while. I had a chemical imbalance and I knew it! It’s much kinder to be oblivious to madness. I removed from the first draft the free write style which was dry and full of despair.
Squirrel’s friendly kisses,
Squirrel’s loving squeeze.
Squirrel’s touch just misses.
Squirrel, if you please!
We are playing surprise?
Squirrel’s paws on my eyes.
I am supposed to guess?
Up in this squirrel nest?
Squirrel of my dream,
You are making me beam.
You are a shining star,
I know which one you are.
Superbly agile and acrobatic creatures.
Quirky zigzag moves and mannerisms.
Unique techniques for stealing seeds and nuts.
Incredibly strong front incisors that keep growing.
Really smart, mischievous and very entertaining.
Ready to rob and tackle any bird feeder, even squirrel proof.
Extremely resilient during harsh winters.
Loud chirping and chattering when near by.
Sometimes they are white, but mostly grey, red or brown.
birdhouse in the wind
stringy light trails of birdseed
discreet squirrels wait
The songbirds are plentiful where I live in the middle of oaks
I had four birdfeeders, but white tail deer slammed into them
Until they broke into bits, for they were plastic and did not survive
As they were being deer-bashed against the trunk of these oaks.
To discourage the deer, I bought new metal bird feeders.
It brings in up to eight cardinals, and a blue jay daily.
Wrens, robins, sparrows, and wood peckers arrive before nine.
Rat-a-tat sound on my oak bark; I enjoy watching their heads bob.
My forest is full of tweets, peeps, whistles, coos, and caws
There is a huge the influx of crows, which I also welcome
Playful squirrels are fun to watch, but their fingers are too deft
Daily they unscrew the tops of my bird feeders, laughing at me.
Allowing all of the bird feed to land on the ground, in a clump.
Bottoms of feeders roll into driveway, so I have to drive around them.
A plethora of activity, a menagerie of lively animals including rabbits.
Sassy squirrels chastise me when I come out; thinking it is their yard.
Burglars and robbers! He declared in an absolute way.
Or squirrels and crows, she said. Ready to play.
You are weird he told her.
I know she said. Flash of fur.
A squirrel ran past carrying his wallet that day.
Gave it to a crow who latched on and soon flew away.
I was just drifting off,
A quiet snooze on the bench
Under the tree,
When I heard:
"I hereby declare this meeting open!
The frosts have given way,
The hush of winter loosens,
Spring has stepped up for Lady Day."
A busy chatter of squirrels start to gather
For the branch meeting.
Trees unfurling into bud
Yield a promise of nest eggs
Soon to pay dividends
For the nimble and resourceful
Tenants of the Woodland Guild.
There's a quiver of quills of feathery tails
As the squirrels brush up on stocks and shares -
Who's invested the what-s and the where-s?
Secret maps drawn in ledgers of lichens.
Arboreal advice given,
"We must maintain balance,
Reduce risk, but stay agile."
The squirrels of this midland bank listen,
They bustle and bristle.
Ears pricked, steady their nerve
Ready to go,
"Remember, time is your friend,
Impulse, your foe!"
Each squirrel a proud custodian
Of assets, ground hidden,
Hedgefunds.
A treasury of nuts and seed
Saved through thrift
In times of need,
Dug deep in the vaults of the earth.
Beech, pine, hazel and oak.
"We sit in these trees of plenty
Because of what squirrel folk planted before."
Then, with a scamper and flicker of tails,
They were gone.
Swinging through the trees,
Gathering nuts for winter,
Life is not a breeze.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
2011
Squirrels
Out of their nests
In Spring
Written by Gail DeBole
three pink squirrels
lined up on a dusty bar
wink at the cobwebs
Two squirrels gathering nuts and foraging in the woods.
Scurrying about sniffing and prodding things weren't looking to good.
A storm was a coming so frantically they searched.
All the while an owl looked on watching on his branch perch.
He being the wisest of all the creatures spoke and said to the squirrels.
"Quit going so fast the things you need are over by the farmers barrels."
The little ones listened and went to the barnyard.
Seeing this opened barrell they saw kernels of corn scattered around in discard.
Excited they accomplished there task of gathering, rushing to an fro they had a stockpile.
Almost an hour later they were set for the winter it would last a long time.
Thanking the owl bellies full strored food for the winter they were ready to hibernate.
All was well the food for the family secured the chilling winter they would escape.
Stockpile a idea we should learn from the insects, critters, they store to survive.
They see a brighter future for their species they are truly alive.
How about you? Carnal man do you think ahead? Do you save?
Do you store blessings from your Creator following His laws and strive to behave?
Our faith, hope, and dreams allow "us" to have a choice and scurry to find God's edicts?
Stockpiling "Blessings" in the book of life you can give your life a spiritual gift.
Even the squirrels know when it is time to stockpile even though they run only on instinct.
Carnal man can reason animals can't, who is smarter the animals or man, it is very distinct.
chattering squirrels
clamber across birdfeeder....
slate gray like the sky.
hungry squirrels hunt
and smell a pile of acorns--
a growling dog springs
my squirrels love bread
peanut butter spread on top . . .
drop plain bread from paws
March 9, 2015
Contest: Squirrel Haiku
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
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