A squirrel drinks
from my swimming pool.
I guess it's how
the squirrel stays cool.
Watch him lapping
with a little pink tongue.
Then he scoots, and
runs, runs, runs.
I fly off tomorrow, into the hurricane, so my posts might become a little irregular for the next six days. What is something in your life that stops and starts? (Think about that one.) Now, can you write a poem about it? Have fun writing and have a great weekend.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed watching the squirrels outside our living room window this summer. We hung a bird feeder and the squirrels hang upside down and eat from it.
We have two varieties of squirrels in Tucson. One a western ground squirrel is the size of a grey squirrel and the other desert squirrel is about chipmunk size.
DeleteVery cute. I'm curious, do you pronounce "squirrel" as one or two syllables. A group of us have had quite an argument about that. Only people writing poetry could care about such a thing.
ReplyDeleteI pronounce it as a two syllable word.
DeleteSuch a cute poem!
ReplyDeleteI hope reading it brought you pleasure, Thank you for leaving a comment.
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