brave red squirrel

brave red squirrel
making your living
under the old lilac bush
where you tunnel
through mountains of snow
to stash the seeds
you carry back
trip after trip
from beneath the bird feeder
where they are dropped
by chickadees and nuthatches
who prosper
from our largess

your big brown eyes
alert to the threat
of our two dogs

your small mind
full of the treasures of food
and awareness of mortality

what else could a squirrel
or a poet ask for

but spring?



About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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