Rocky squirrel flew through the air
Safely landing precisely where
Caught glimpse as Shirley squirrel
(Herself in front of car did hurl)
Was nearly squished.
Rocky had warned Shirley before
Admonition Shirley chose to ignore-
Cars can smite
Such events reveal it's not merely heuristic
Fatalities by car is greater statistic
Than fatalities by flight
6/23/2019 - Poetry form: Light Verse - I call this a flight of fancy (pun intended)! - No animals died during the making of this poem. - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Awakened by the kiss of dawn
the softness of her morning light
gently nudges the night away
The dew drops twinkle on the lawn
a bird sings sweetly his delight,
his trilling, courteous and gay
The garden flowers seem to spring
amidst the green they gently sway
floral fragrance floats on the breeze
The bayou softly murmuring
wavering shadows still at play,
lost in the depths of cypress trees
A squirrel scampers to the ground
and across the yard he rushes
buries acorns without a sound
In the distance a baying hound
eager to hunt in the bushes
until fox or raccoon is found
A horse gallops over a hill
enjoying freedom and the sun,
he stops, grazing in grassy fields
I follow nature and be still
watching as the day has begun
and early morning beauty yields
ALesiach © 07/29/2019
In the shadows of the acorn tree, watching the squirrels race around gathering acorns. Their busy little hands rotating them, examining each acorn. Hoarding them, even brawling with other squirrels for access to the best trees. Daring acrobats that risk life and limb to collect them from the willowy ends of branches.
Trees full of acorns
daring acrobat squirrels
hoards little brown nuts
ALesiach © 07/28/20187
Squirrels gather nuts,
to prepare for the Winter.
They plan very well.
I sat outside today eating sushi and miso soup in the sun
Some squirrels came by and stared at me hopefully
I put a bit of miso soup in the lid and set it out for them
But they weren't interested
Then a gust of cold wind blew the lid over and the soup was spilled
One of the squirrels went for the crumbs in an old potato chip bag instead
A somewhat poetic anecdote from my lunch hour.
Squirrels begin vocals,
Ravens join issue with them;
rain bird serenades,
Squirrels play second fiddle;
I was circled today
by a gang of squirrels
in Terrace Gardens in Richmond.
There were like five of them.
They were getting closer and closer
and I was scared
that they would jump on me
But they didn't even try.
It was an innocent,
very formidable gang.
They were running around me,
trying to find out
what I am:
A big nut?
But then they quickly run off
to their squirrel world.
I still wonder why
they greeted me with happiness,
not with fright...
Maybe they realized
that I am on their side.
let the gawkers
my depths deaths
shall they swallow
that an bird would ask it's wings
why it it you choose
to feather me
ask let why
that my flesh be
let the gawkers