There Can Still Be
Many Squirrels, But
I Feel Like A Bat.
I LOVE Bats, And
They Are Fascinating,
But They Might Be
Considered A
Walnut-Nosed And
Walnut Ears
Scurrying Airborn!
Horrifying Rat!!!
Which Isn’t Too
Popular, I Love 'Em,
Though, With Different
Words...
Imagine That.
Squirrels With Wings...
('Flying' Squirrels!)
Yeah, Those Aren’t Real...
Skin Flaps For A
Parkour Stupidity...
But NOT Flight.
Besides, One Of
Mine Is Twisted
And Blackened
And Broken,
From The Terrifying
Impact When I
Finally Touched
The Ground...
The Glistening Beauty
Of The Other... Glowing
Crystalline, Unbelievably
Still In Purity, But Abandoned...
Still Remains.
-Gray Squirrel
09-24-2025
Douse out on some cloud nine,
Let good feelings numb this mind,
Emotions running out of bind,
These heartaches out of line.
Feelings of unnoticed existence,
Marred labels impressioned by others,
To be able alone but not lonely,
Back and forth, disillusioned miseries.
Once loyal on the author's side,
"Looks don't matter but Heart does",
Now perplexed at the unakin reality,
As it was told by one who had both.
Swiping right to the heart's content,
Now await the idyllic dance,
Swiped left on discontent,
Recycle the hopeful trance.
mozzie squadron fleets
roaring overhead in droves
dive to ear in waves
scream whining hisses so loud
that my swipes beats my brains out
Jingle bells, jingle bells do your shopping here
Swipe your card, get a discount! Do not fear!
With the dollar so weak
Failed economy a freak
You may be paying for this crap for years!
~*~
Note: For "Holiday Humor Contest"
Sponsored: By Carolyn Devonshire
Autumn swipes its hand
with such grace and color shown
while winter awaits...
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