Sunday, July 15, 2007

Recollected in Tranquility

Red Squirrel


he dashed in and out
like the White Rabbit
late for an important date

from his bird house perch
he stared at us
darted back inside to get his watch
or his ring
or perhaps a piece of bread

then daring us he
leapt away like
a stunt aviator

we caught our breath
while he
caught the flying trapeze of
pine branch in his way

he fled without stopping to
hear our applause

3 comments:

Jan said...

nice

Songbird said...

Really, very nice.

mompriest said...

woohoo. a new poem. I need to go back and reflect on this. but, I'm tired after a long day, so, I'll do it later....