#squirrels
Looking outside,
Another beautiful day,
With the help of a slight breeze,
The freshly sprouted leaves begin to sway.
Two small deer, chasing each other up and down the hill,
This world new to them, not for a moment they are still.
Many different critters have come around here to visit me,
The squirrels are one of the most interesting to see.
They each bury hundreds of nuts, all over the place,
Located by land marks, trees, houses, something big to remember,
With a very good nose to smell, they can find their stash,
When the ground is snow covered, after the fall month of September.
They also take mushrooms, lay them to dry, where branches connect to trees,
Squirrels, have an extra source of food, often they are prey on the ground.
Jumping from branches high in the trees, yet so quiet as they walk past me.
The original Tom Maxwell © 04/25/2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 2:34 AM UTC
Tcha Tcha!
Tcha Tcha Tcha!
A squirrel hears my calling.
Tcha ... Tcha!
I sit idly.
With every calling,
It leaps forward,
Carefully tracing its steps.
Tcha Tcha!
I extend my fingers,
while in my mind, I fear it might bite me.
Tcha!
It finally comes near me,
sniffs my extended finger.
As I try to touch it,
It leaps away from me.
Tcha Tcha!
The desperate calling now
makes it stop few steps away.
It turns to stare at me.
Then leaps away further.
I keep calling, in hopes,
it'll come back.
Tcha Tcha!
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 7:23 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
The October Squirrel Festival
For Jerry Nobles, of Happy Memory
Our Town Pharmacist and a Joyful Friend
Squirrels!
They’re up the trees; they’re down the trees
They swarm each other just like bees
They’re up the oak; they’re down the pine
They really need a traffic fine
Dachshunds!
Our outraged pups – they yap and bark
While chasing squirrels all over the park
Dachshunds are usual merry and curious
But with squirrels they are fast and furious
But not fast enough
Cats!
Tuxedo-Cat, all proper and prim
Disapproves of the others with a face all grim
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 10:30 PM UTC
young squirrels run on
spring grass fast just new life joy
exhilaration
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 4:49 PM UTC
the squirrels running
on fallen leaves make pathways
into the future
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 7:51 PM UTC
i don't see tonight
october moon dark sky
squirrells run rampant
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 3:11 PM UTC
The eyes were still open
On the still life.
There's the difference
Between crossing the road
And dying in your sleep.
So, look both ways
Before crossing me.
Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 8:58 AM UTC
Home heaven halo
a squirrel peeks through the hole
the Acorn stairway
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 11:12 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
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
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
i don't see tonight
october moon in dark sky
squirrels run rampant
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 5:24 AM UTC
Sent for our amusement, pleasuring admiration,
our funny bones, and galore (glory) of creation,
Texas squirrels are nuts, like crazy,chasing each other ,
up trees, across the wide expanse of the backyard,
where’s the Davy Crockett sharpshooters when
you really need them? (1)
now that baby rabbit, fearless or stupid, insists on
running on our deck, looking for applause for his skinny
legs hopping neath the chaise lounges, at any ole time,
guess this ain’t the love poem you were expecting,
then again you’d be wrong again and agin, but the
grandkids going, going, gone and applause muted
anyway, one of these days gonna stop and chat with
these two species, what they’re thinking about, the
human menagerie, its depleted numbers, wherefore
and why, did the reduction of the human stockyard,
emboldened them to occupy territory they’d otherwise
shy away, hear what they say, gonna make a good poem
p.s. the avians yap and caw 24 hrs a day, presumptuous beasties noisy
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(1) “In fact there wouldn't be a Texas if it weren't for squirrel stew. Don't condemn the idea of stewing your squirrel problems away. That's right! Davy Crockett and his Tennessee sharpshooters wouldn't have reached puberty if it were not for squirrel stew. Besides, what do you think they ate on the long trip from Tennessee to the Alamo? Enchiladas? Nope! You guessed it--squirrel stew.”
https://aggie-horticulture.tamu.edu/plantanswers/recipes/squirrel.html
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
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
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
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
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
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
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Squirrels gather nuts,
to prepare for the Winter.
They plan very well.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
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
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
Squirrels begin vocals,
Ravens join issue with them;
Racuous symphony!
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
rain bird serenades,
Squirrels play second fiddle;
ravens party-poop!
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
let the gawkers
make haste
may thier
make
it
frozen clay
showers
of
frost
clung teardrops
my depths deaths
shall they swallow
birds admiration
aspirations
on
man
that an bird would ask it's wings
why it it you choose
to feather me
tickle me
from
the
sky
ask let why
that my flesh be
peeled
from
the
back
of
mine
eyes
say not
let the gawkers
?
...
..
.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
You see me Hurrying and scurrying
Gathering my food cautiously,
Looking around constantly worrying
Sneaking around precociously.
Weaving; bobbing, always dodging
Bushy tailed little scavenger I am,
So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging
But all I want is a home so don't give a dam.
Climbing my tree like a famous mountaineer
Old and young will wave or sit and say hello,
Quickly I think it's time to evacuate from here
The all clear I see and again on the ground I go.
Fluffy and Grey sometimes even Red
Speeding around among the leaves,
Time to nest and put my children to bed
Until once more the summer itself retrieves.
Grant Dickson 04/09/2017
This poem was inspired by a Squirrel
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
*"More squirrels"
She exclaims
And I wonder what
In the world
Could it be
This particular time!?*
It usually starts like this...
Every once in a while
I find her
Lost
In her own thoughts
Gazing
At nothing in particular
But everything
At once.
At times
Like these
She is a genius
Gone crazy.
I catch a glimpse
Of those star-bound eyes
And try
To guess
The stride
Of her imagination
Without
Much luck.
Could she be thinking about…
A universe made entirely out of glass?
Why humans don’t have a tail
Anymore?
Reasons behind love at first sight?
Or what to name the 3rd butterfly
She saw today?
In her picture perfect
Stillness
I can viscerally sense
A divine flow
Of thoughts
And it evokes in me
The wonder
That one experiences
While watching
A calm river flow
Knowing
Turbulent currents
Are ever present
Just hidden
Deep inside.
If I
Shake her vigorously
I know for sure
At least 23 ideas
And 47 musings
Will fall around
And we will
laugh hilariously.
But I dare not
For the fear
Of my life.
She is an artist
Painting
With her imagination
And you
Don't disturb artists
Do you?
Once she’s back
To the material realm
She comments
Randomly
About how we need
More squirrels
In the world.
I almost always
Immediately concur.
Then slowly ask
“why?”.
She gives me
One of those looks.
Like the ones
You give your dog
When it’s looking
At you eating food
And you’re deciding
If you should
Give it a small bit
Or not.
If I am
persistent enough
She gathers
All her thoughts
And illustrates
With one of the most
Amazing stories
The important role
Of squirrels
To save our
Doomed world.
After listening
To her
Seemingly logical
And
Completely weird
Stories
I nod obediently
Then carefully
Check
If her coffee
Has something mixed in it.
The gesture
Makes her
Burst out in laughter
Every single time.
And we repeat this
Day after day
Night after night.
I'm so used to it
That now
Even if I hear
"Cement flowers"
"popcorn candies"
Or
"balloon bullets"
I am mentally prepared
To understand
The story
Behind all of it.
That’s how it is.
She keeps daydreaming
About stuff
And I keep dreaming
about her.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
Spring is here,
Bringing memories so dear,
Deep within my heart,
I think of the days,
We used to smoke,
And watch
The squirrels at the park,
I cocked my hip,
As you took a pic,
Standing from behind,
I'll suffer through the days without you,
For it's only a limit of time.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
When I went to the park today
I heard the birds singing
and the water moving-
ever so softly against the wind.
The squirrels,
their erratic tails and fur
bounded across trees and
ate nuts as they stared
at the funny looking squirrels below them.
The ones with the shorts and the shirts on,
and the ones with the long hair colored so strangely.
Those squirrels didn’t quite look like squirrels at all.
They drove strange boats and paddled in the water,
and a couple of those strange squirrels
seemed to have large furry companions
that definitely didn’t look like squirrels.
And yet whenever they come near
they act like they know the squirrels
they take photos and videos
and make memes, funny pictures
and snapchat videos of them.
But they aren’t.
They aren’t squirrels at all.
They’re humans,
yet some think they are squirrels.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
"Stop playing with your nuts son. You'll get them full of hairs",
Said SNL netball's most famous coach to his one and only heir.
"Pa... tell me another story...how the Scampers won the cup"
"Another one - there is only one", he said, lifting Junior up.
"But you tell it so well", Sean Jr said with a twinkle in his eye.
He has my wiley charm thought Coach, of that I cannot lie.
Coach Sean Shortt (Shortty) was full of pride - he gave his tail a twirl,
i'm really glad we had a boy though I'd have been happy with a girl.
He cleared his throat, "we'd reached the Finals in the year of ' 78,
Folks said it was 'cause I was chief but the team that year was great!
With Sammy Strain and Sereena Skylar; best Goal Attacks I ever saw
And Skittles Sloan - Wing Defence - what she couldn't do with a ball...!"
"Oh Dad! Fast forward to quarter 4 - the most exciting part !!"
Sean Jr was tired from school that day - Bless his little squirrel heart.
"Well it was even Stevens" Coach continued "only seconds on the clock.
I thought I'd never see the end my heart ticked with every tock."
"ShingleWood Sneakers were in terrific form - they hadn't yet been beat
But we played them at their own game and we really brought the heat.
Man marking and super fitness was the key to my strategy
Fair play as well but I fought for every single foul and penalty."
"Their main man was super tall - long tail - wore a medical mask,
For fear of seeming obtuse, I thought it prudent not to ask.
He never missed, this big GA - kept scoring goal after goal after goal.
I never seen the likes of him or his skills, son - Upon my soul!"
"His crowning moment a penalty - he surely couldn't miss, I'd bet.
He didn't!! And our hearts all sank like the ball, clean through the net.
Then they Gatoraded their coach but most of the liquid went the hero's way
Revealing a painted tail - a scandal!! - whispered about still, to this day."
"A raccoon ringer! - flown from the States, with a stripey lengthy tail -
To deceive the whole of our sainted league but their wicked plan had failed.
They were disqualified - to us, the cup - I got Freedom of the Wood.
And though we ne'er won again - those memories still feel good."
Shortty gave the lad a loving look - bed time was fast approaching
- Stories have to end some time; so with Life and so with coaching -
"And what did we learn, my only son, on that fateful glorious day -
Apart from the obvious that squirrel tails arent monochrome, they're gray."
Junior huffed a pretend sigh because he really loved this tradition
And with a proper unpretend yawn he said without sedition,
"The moral of the story is to strive through thick and thin,
No Sir, winners never cheat - and cheaters never win !!"
...and so to bed...
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC