Chasing a fleeting union, two squirrels leap from branch to limb.
A playful pursuit of continuation until the dying day grows dim.
The tree is old, cold, and tired from the winter snow.
As they express their love, they pause to thaw amidst the evening glow.
With dreams of spring, they wait for their seeds to grow.
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Kale Sinclair
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Comments (2)
I really enjoyed the poem and the image and a long time ago I had a 'pet' squirrel and I really enjoyed watching him play in the snow along with his friends. One thing this squirrel would actually come up and knock on the door when the feeders were empty. Loved that animal. Thanks for the memory and good job.
This is such an adorable poem. 🐿️