Mhall46184@aol.com https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Squirrels Without End, Amen Whenever I take my book to the front-yard oak The squirrel stretched from the feeder to the trunk Flees in a seed-strewn panic across the lawn To a farther tree, free of human menace This is a young squirrel; its predecessor Arched from feeder to trunk in exactly the same way But held its ground, or, rather, its rough old tree And chittered defiance in contempt of me By summer’s end this squirrel too will stare me down - I wonder what Pasternak wrote about squirrels
A poem is itself; a squirrel is an attitude with fur.
i don't see tonight
october moon in dark sky squirrels run rampant
Rocky squirrel flew through the air
Safely landing precisely where He wished. 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; Racuous symphony!
rain bird serenades,
Squirrels play second fiddle; ravens party-****!