the road became a tree-lined tunnel—flickers of
crepuscular rays try to play tag with the squirrels
as they stutter-dash across the shafts of you’re-it!
a free for all, until the road-tires butt-in—
flattening all the rules on a tire-treaded squirrel.
the light reacts with a sudden shift—to renew.
anticrepuscular rays converge to the antisolar point.
a change in perspective as the light beams fall.
inflating the tire-treaded squirrel with a do-over.
the game goes on until sunset or the next rogue tire.
SQUIRRELS' LIVES MATTER
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With tiny paws raised, scurry of squirrels took a stand,
"Dear gardener, how dare you! This is quite unplanned!
You’ve vacuumed up our nutty feast,
Our food supply substantially decreased.
Now we’re left with just crumbs in the strand!"
With their cheeks full of nuts, they declared,
"We demand that our acorns be spared!”
With a chant and a cheer,
They made it quite clear,
“Our hunger should not be impaired!"
They marched with their tiny fists bold,
In search of their acorns, their treasures of gold.
With signs made of leaves,
They voiced their grievances,
While the gardener laughed, "Oh, do be told!"
"Dear squirrels, your acorns are safe,
In the shed, they’ve found a new place!
So rally your scurry, your crew,
And I'll bring them straight to you,
Now your anger for me you must erase!"
Can you feel something is about to change,
is it in the air everywhere you turn?
Much cooler mornings and nights are coming,
less sunshine each day for us to enjoy.
Days getting shorter with less time to play,
nights are getting longer with more darkness.
Trees are turning into pretty colors,
colorful leaves will soon be falling down.
Squirrels working very hard hiding nuts,
wanting their pantry full for the winter.
Changes are needed for the new season,
autumn is near to see and to enjoy.
SCURRY OF SQUIRRELS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
whiskered forest kings with furry, fluffy crown
their tiny paws, a blur racing up the ancient oak
ears perk as they gather nuts, sun warming their backs
a scurry of squirrels forms within the ancient oak
their tails a-twitch, their paws a-tap upon the bark so old
they chatter of buried treasures hidden ‘til days turn cold
the oak, a sentinel, stands strong and tall,
a witness to their chattering all day long
it knows of their hoarding, keeping safe their winter’s secret store
moonrise nears, and darkness falls
the squirrels disperse with whispered calls,
their meeting ended for another day
the squirrel sensed danger
quickly it ran up the tree
helpless the dog barked
As the presented light peered to cross the meadows yawn
the timbre of the winds hollowness plied through the forest arches low to high as daring darts two squirrels did fly to here and there if only to dine upon the seeds of which they-had in mind. Against the grass she howled once more to twist the branches as they bore then sail this melody as she had before.
There above it all where trees not stretched the wind unbarred
lest the clouds which etched thick tumultuous breaths tween here and there unmet and unkept…
Squirrels
Can Leap and Climb
And Jump High
And Scale Vertical Walls
And Conquer Feeders
MEANT FOR BIRDS and
Evade and Psyche Out
That GENIUS CAT!
All In A MINUTE!
Then
Out In The Road.
Sorry.
Splat!
No.
-Gray Squirrel
05-15-2025
In that firm shell
a nut, the squirrel
squirrels away --
then off to play
thinking himself
secure for the season,
squirrels have their
squirrelly reason --
In that home
stores on shelves,
freezer keeps
squirrel like meat --
now off to backyard
pick-nick, children
giving squirrels nut
treat --
It's up
full cup
begins
our grins
believes
gray thieves
think hard
not barred
unlocks
all blocks
and steals
seed meals
from roof
as proof
outwit
with grit
with twists
persists
begins
their wins
cup's bare-
then stare
hope we'll
refill
I traded my squirrels for monkeys today
Both the ringmaster and I were overjoyed right away
Kept the cardinals for myself, for their red is so gay
It was a successful trade on this morose Tuesday
We have some squirrels that we love to see
which seem to be part of our home.
They run back and forth from our old Oak tree
and feast at the self-service dome;
to find food- there's no need to roam.
The plastic feeder with suction holds fast
to our sunroom window where we
can sit through the day enjoying the cast
of squirrels and birds that are free
to come- joining the eating spree.
We watch their drama almost every day:
each one standing guard for a turn-
at times with the stress of having their way.
They flee, and this can cause concern;
yet, when the fights end, all return.
The squirrels rank top in chains of command;
the birds all must wait in a line-
except when a Blue Jay flies down to land,
all give up their pleasure to dine-
or pecked as a stern warning sign.
With squirrels, we stand up close, very near.
They watch us while eating their feed-
accept us fondly without showing fear;
seem thankful we honor their need-
and show that we've done a good deed.
I Hope You Like Squirrels
If There Is Anything Good
(And They Find Out)
They Will Take What They Want
And Leave.
Not Even A
Thank You!
Nice.
(Forgive Us.)
Good Nutz!
-Gray Squirrel
11-21-2024
Meryl Streep laments that a squirrel
More rights flaunts, cats more freedom unfurl,
Bulbuls sing with broad choice,
But where’s Afghan girl’s voice?
If women in Kabul
Quelled are under male rule,
Oh, what to marvel on world morale?
___________________________
Happenings |31.09.2024|women, freedom
Poet’s note: Women’s freedom has gone from bad to Worse in Taliban ruled Afghanistan. Yet, if all nations under UNO so wish, this situation can improve. But other than making some noise, little is being done.
"Ralphie, Big Yellow. Ralphie, get up here it's Big Yellow!"
"I'm not as excited about Big Yellow as you are. I've made this quite clear."
"But the STOP! The STOP, Ralphie! We made a bet!"
"Brendan, I'm not gonna sit here and bet over people's lives."
"Holy hazelnuts, Ralphie! It's nearly here. One stop away!"
"I refuse to participate. These are human children."
"Last night you bet me no one would ever run the STOP."
"That was the walnut liqueur talking."
"Did you see that?"
"What?"
"That car went right past the STOP!"
Breaking ranks through the branches
They jumped across rows of trees.
There maple brown fuzz now rejoined,
Brushing against each other in the
Early angling sunlight.
Squad car sirens took to the air.
"Ya see that, Ralphie! Someone DID run the STOP!"
"With all those children."
"With all those children."
"But Ole Blue took care of it.
"Yes they did."
"I'm going back to sleep."
"The city bus comes thru in couple minutes."
"Good-night."
"It's MORNING TIME!.....
...
...
sorry for yelling."
September falls within the best of times.
Elections nearing, campaigns underway;
Predictions, weather-wise for cooler climes.
Thus teachers, teens and toddlers break from play
Ere education calls their minds to grind.
Men have endorsed re-naming Labor Day;
But that’s September’s summons of a kind
Enlight’ning us of work that must go on
Regardless of what holiday we find.
Fall features color when the green is gone
And orange, yellow, red and brown have blessed.
Load up those fruits and walnuts and pecans;
Leave acorns for the squirrels building nests.
September brings to time its very best.
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