Until last week, I had observed the
Squirrels busy at work,
With their focus and attention
On collections.
Now things have calmed,
The jittery trembles have ceased,
Since they have gorged on
Boisenberries and confections.
A New Year begins, a new chance
But for some it is the end.
They have not squirreled away enough,
They were too busy feeling disgust.
I think that I will focus on
Nut matters
I will not bend over backwards.
While I play the keys that make my
Heart dance.
When it comes to nut matters,
Nothing else really matters,
But avoiding disaster
From staring in a trance.
It's time to awake
From your daze,
A New Year is born
Behold and gaze...
Those other matters don't
Really count
Get up and live well,
Listen to the sound...
Of your heart.
