“Our squirrel” is the little guy that lives in the trees right outside our window. In the fall, he had a particular routine you could almost set your watch by as he fervently collected pine cones for his winter food. He did his rounds by visiting specific trees and front yards at certain times.
His large cache up in one of the trees is now depleted. We saw him on cold sunny days through the winter, sitting in an evergreen, nibbling away. Outside, the sidewalk below was littered with bits of pine cone waste.
During a cold spell in February, our squirrel hid somewhere. When the weather finally warmed, I saw him, sitting on his branch, munching.
I am not a poet by any stretch of the imagination, and know virtually nothing about the craft. But I do write poems sporadically for fun. Here is the poem Our Squirrel.
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Nice poem, Eva! I like it. I found it to be honest, relaxing, and filled with vivid imagery, as is always the case when I stumble upon your corner of WordPress. I must say though, if I were to write a poem about squirrels, it would be far less kind. This winter, the little buggers tore up the couch cushions on my back porch! We’ve had to replace the cushions and get a cover for the couch. Maybe this is how Jersey squirrels behave…
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Thank you, J.J. That’s unfortunate about your couch cushions. Squirrels are rodents, after all. Chewiness is certainly not my favourite trait in animals, wild or pets.
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I liked the flow of imagery you conjured up Eva. You have a real way with words.
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