Dear squirrel
With your mouth full
Of dirt, sticks, and leaves
Hopping ‘tween branches
But unable to see
Stutter and side-eye
Still attempting to look
Before leaping with instinct
Quick to batten your nook
Dark days encroaching
Tugging deep at your drive
Is it faith as you blind-jump
Or your will
To survive


Image found here: http://www.moorhen.me.uk/iodsubject/mammals_-_squirrel_13.htm

~ by April on September 14, 2017.

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