YOUNG SQUIRREL
March 2nd 2006
A cold clear blustery day
I relax on my back porch
Feeling the icy north wind awaken my soul
I eye a tiny furry grey squirrel
He
Eying Me
One floor above me
In an old hickory tree
His fine graying brown hair bristled
In the brisk north wind
His tiny warm body
Hugging the wooden burrow
Perfect set up
For his defensive crib
Hungry Hawk
Circling a mile us
Oblivious to his secret lair
I imagined the young squirrel winked at me
Survivors
He and I
Go in peace young one
Keep your head low
I wish you God’s speed
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
