Run, jump, skitter
I make my way to the roof.
I here a sound,
dive for the gutter.
I sense her.
She stars at me
She jumps, I jump.
She holds something.
A phone, it’s a phone.
What is she doing.
I scamper toward the end of the roof
She follows on the ground.
I stare at her, afraid of what she will do next.
She jumps, waving her long arms.
I run.
Run, jump, skitter.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Poem created in 2017. Comments welcome.
- Category: Nature
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Comments6
Wonderful poem MEM. Near my work place I have some squirrels I regularly feed peanuts to twice a week. Squirrels rock! ; )
Delightful.
Just keep running, jumping and skittering with your words MEM.
Andy
Good write MEM.
wonderfully portrays
that playful essence of their charismatic nature
especially in that symbolical arrangement
of your poetry's purposely jagged, rhythm..
a fun read
Wow I’m surprised how many comments this poem got. Honestly I didn’t think it would get this much traction. Thank you all for you comments!
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