So here it is; after almost three months, here is another one of my own poems. I like sharing the work of those whom I admire, but there is something unique in putting my own work out here. Now it is yours to praise or criticize, to laud or to decry.
This is a piece I saw unfolding and wrote down, shortly after the New Year. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Tell me, can you see it? Does it take shape before you? If the answer is yes, than I have succeeded.
Fiery little redhead,
squirrel in the tree;
treading her high tight-rope
oh so carefully.
She holds sumptuous cargo,
a giant, luscious nut,
to put away within
her cold weather hut.
She's miles off the ground,
on a slender twig,
reaching for another
almost just as big.
She slips, and almost falls;
she and I both gasp!
yet somehow she retains
the nut in her grasp.
She seems to gain right then
a dread fear of heights;
she heads back where she came,
safety in her sights.
But then she finds her nerve
and she turns about;
she takes the leap of faith
with her paws stretched out!
Where the treetops reach out,
as if to shake hands,
our squirrel leaps the gap
and safely she lands.
Safe on the other side,
with her winter snack,
she heads along her way -
not once looking back.
David Jamison
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