Tree after tree passes deep-rooted thoughts on faith Memories like round rings ground this year a flood, that a drought Lightning storm after strike gale upon gale frigid night after night life pulls through carries onward Upward from afore future to past, yes grave to birth, again As the mighty oak may claim the acorn
Just be the **** ****** you desire Just be their icon, diva, vogue, inspire! Just shake that money-making waffle tale And put it up for every market sale Or be the coffee squirrel on the wheels Just give me mochas, lattes – those the deals! Don’t be so easy cheesy, take a shot! You drink at Hortons’, baby? You are hot! Don’t feel like ******, squirrel? Be the moose! Hang out at Lake Louise with Branta goose Just grab a Molson and then chill it out Now, isn’t that what Canada’s about? Just be polite today and I won’t bite Just say you’re sorry when you are not right Just be the polar teddy, be the loon We’ll love you all the way from Earth to Moon
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Do you, are you, have you? (This is not free form poetry. Someone Must Pay!)
Live day to day with a illness that you know will soon **** you? An adolescent coyote with lower intestine prolapse, ostracized by his pack? Just been rammed head-on by the woman who swerved while trying unsuccessfully to avoid running over the Red Squirrel that you just avoided hitting? Drilled a hole in your thumb while making a Christmas present? Ripped off all the flesh from your knuckle while making a bracket to raise your CB antenna a little higher so that you can better help those in disaster areas?
I lay on the concrete, knuckles scratched from adjusting my shirt to shield my belly from the wind But it's beautiful. Laying here with just enough sun and shade Headphones in yet the only surround sound needed is the gentle roar of the wind in the trees They shout, they clamour, they dance then peter off into a whisper before unleashing another cry of life.
I turn In my fetal position I see a squirrel I didn't know they could lay that still: lifeless fur sprawled on the wood. No; he instead is the epitome of life Nestled in a branch Sun bathing his tiny back I see his breathing Slow, at peace, serene. I didn't know they could lay that still. I watch through the branches of dancing green We lay together, taking a well-deserved break For a moment, our life-activity is on hold. We take You in as we take in the day. When he sits up, he is still at rest. When he scratches and bathes, he is still at rest. Even his walk down the trunk is leisurely. Lackadaisical squirrel, I want to live like you. If I lay on this concrete long enough, perhaps I'll embrace the world with no fear as well.
Exams are over. Life may resume now that I'm able to pause occasionally.