I miss the baby squirrels that lived in our old neighborhood. Three lived in the tree just feet away from our porch. Also, another three from across the alley often visited. Watching them was so fun. Since our move I have only seen one little squirrel, infrequently, in the yard where we are staying.
Squirrels
Oh! The furry little six of you
Whose nest is hidden from view
From tree to tree and roof you sail
Chasing frolicking monorail
Chitter chatter on the wind
Coats the color of tamarind
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoesieI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
