That Squirrel

Whitened flakes from sky do fall,

From a tree standing crisp and tall,

Making those who see them pause

For they cannot see their cause.


Then I see, up in the tree,

Nestled ‘twixt the twigs and leaves,

Furry face and scruffy paws,

A feisty squirrel who dazes all.


Nibbling with his tiny limbs

on the fruit secured for him,

Buckeye-lover, Squirrely-tail –

his ingenuity can’t fail.


Then we laugh, we see the cause,

whitened flakes from furry paws,

tell of a delicious treat –

his snack this squirrel doth happ’ly eat.


– 30 July 2014





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