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Tag: Squirrel

Memorial Day 2016-poem

The live oaks are green
almost impervious to drought—
Alive.
My kids are alive,
swimming in a resort pool
while I watch them
scream with glee.
The grey squirrel almost blue
running up and down the seasoned tree
showing off for a gallery of kids.
Excited, ecstatic, joyous
“Look at the squirrel.”
Alive.
If those who paid the ultimate price
could see what I see,
Perhaps they’d say
it’s a price worth giving…
While the living celebrate life
on another Memorial Day—
and the live oaks continue
to grow green leaves.
Alive.

 

 

Corner Of Oakdale And Merle

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On the corner
of Oakdale
and Merle,
I saw a grey
squirrel-
trying to cross
the busy street.

He made
it-by the skin
of his teeth.

I felty pity
for the little
critter, whose
space we rudely
invaded.

He’s now got
to contend
with a
Starbucks on
the self same
corner.

His chances of
Survival is
commensurate-

with coffee
Patrons who
drive up for
their morning
fix.

What’s the odds
of that?