Squirrel

M.E.M.

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.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2021 12:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Poem created in 2017. Comments welcome.
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 19
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments6

  • Accidental Poet

    Wonderful poem MEM. Near my work place I have some squirrels I regularly feed peanuts to twice a week. Squirrels rock! ; )

  • dusk arising

    Delightful.

  • Goldfinch60

    Just keep running, jumping and skittering with your words MEM.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write MEM.

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderfully portrays
    that playful essence of their charismatic nature
    especially in that symbolical arrangement
    of your poetry's purposely jagged, rhythm..
    a fun read

  • M.E.M.

    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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