Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Spring Squirrel




Good mornin' little guy
Streets are bustling
park is still quiet
yours to play in
run
flick your tail
wiggle your nose
up on haunches
looking
checking
just in case
but then
drop and sniff
run again
scamper part way up a tree
turn head down and
look
scurry down into the grass
stop go
run wait
dig for something planted
before winter
how can you remember where they are?
grasping with paw hands
transfer to mouth
teeth firmly gently hold a gem
once again you run
run
up the tree
far
to the branch
holding your nest

winter is gone


1 comment:

  1. Love this, Emma. The whole piece reads like a fun scamper across the rolling green park fields. Just wonderful. Happy to read this sweet spring poem this morning. :)

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