Friday, January 20, 2023

Look, Squirrels

Rabbits were bounding around in the yard, and

I heard a few deer munching leaves near my garden. 

Boy and girl squirrels flit and twirled up oak trees. 

This morning’s first light brought me sights such as these.


This morning’s first light was so bright and inviting

 that I thought I might set it right down, in writing, 

because I knew you should be given fair warning 

in case you also like first lights, like this morning’s.


Dear readers, I’ve been here a while, through smiles and stormy weather.

You may not like my shape, my style, or how it’s all put together.

So, to you who’ve read this poetry, and found yourself offended, 

you’re just another squirrel to me, but no offense is intended.