Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Winter Squirrels

Winter Squirrels

Winter comes and autumn goes
And so any squirrel knows
To hunker down when it’s cold
In cozy dens with many friends
Curled up in balls of fir
Hardly wanting
From the frozen morn that’s dawning
From their sleeping bliss to stir
Purring softly, dreaming jolly thoughts of play
Warmed by nuts and leaves and odds and ends
They sleep, but

Should the day be bright and warm
The squirrels are up to play
An hour or two, no more
To find the scraps of bread
I left the night before
Then it’s back to bed