A post-Thanksgiving thank you to Nicodemus, who is, apparently, chock-full of rodent poetry despite his otherwise busy life. Would that I could be so productive!
"High Life"
Squirrels leap from tree to wire,
Able to fly
It seems
And for balance, the pole plays only
A supporting role.
Death wish? Or just
Disregard for danger?
The real game is not chicken
It is waiting, darting left, right
To bite the tires.
The game is squirrel.
--Nicodemus (2009---original)
"Nuts"
Squirrels leap and squirrels jump
Squirrels balance on a twig
Squirrels get together and hump
Squirrels small and squirrels big.
But squirrels from the day they're born
Go crazy for a big acorn.
--Nicodemus (2009---original)
Thank you, Nico, for your passion for squirrels!
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