The squirrel

Michael William Reid

Timid creature sits on high

Where branches reach to touch the sky

Quick and furtive tree to tree

The search for food he looks to see

 

A bushy tail bright shining eyes

Even if he fails he always tries

Hoarding food for a winter long

Then with a flash he is gone

 

  • Author: Michael William Reid (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2024 12:05
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  • sorenbarrett

    Well described I have been amongst many of these wily creatures. Territorial I have watched them chase one another and have even taken one fallen from the nest to return to nature.
    My child used to tame them and play with them in the house.

  • Mutley Ravishes

    Squirrels can struggle on the ground. My friend saw her cat eating a squirrels guts once upon a time. Oh well, a hunter's instincts.....



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