in front of me
fluffy grey tail
stops
frozen to the spot
looking around
nervously
everywhere
twitching
never resting
running
dodging
stopping
freezing
repeatedly
disappears
into trees
climbing
climbing
watching
safely
on high
this little grey squirrel
10 comments:
You could be watching the stray tabby cat that lives here and is becoming part of our lives.
Lady M.: I have added an extra line clarifying what I watched it entranced me like a cat never would.
Hi - nice to meet you. Do call in and see me again - I used to visit Cornwall a lot years ago - mainly Morwenstowe area. Like the poem.
Your Poem has defined a Squirrel perfectly Cuby.
The Weaver of Grass: Welcome here. We lived for 15 years in Kilkhampton not far from Morwenstow - great area.
ROY:Thank you.
I can almost see your gray squirrel now. Up there! There she is! (Sweet poem.)
upwoods: I know they are rodents but the bushy tail lets them get away with that!
Oh, I can see the squirrel now :-)
Lady M.:I am so glad he/she was rather sweet!
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