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E C Vadnais
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Aug 2016
Squirrel
With no fear of breaking his body
The little squirrel floats free
From that tree to this tree
To all the trees I am allowed to see.
Brave fellow.
With boundless joy
It seems he plays my fool
To cheer a dangerous mood.
I remember I killed his kin.
For sport they died.
Hundreds I suppose.
And suppose it must have been a sin.
Of which retribution should flow
From him to crippled me
For bitterness I would not be
Surprise his playfulness hides.
I stagger from bed to chair.
He runs the trees as if for glee.
I crawl, when times are bad,
Just to see him running free.
And if I could I would tell him
I know his ancestorsβ pain.
I would tell him I am sorry;
I served no purpose for the pain.
Now I watch him
As if to pray,
As my body goes
My mind will stay.
Β© 2016
#broken
#loss
#nature
#nostalgia
#simple
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E C Vadnais
Rhode Island, USA
(Rhode Island, USA)
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