Squirrel on the Wire
Hey there, little one.

I rarely do but that day,
when I had a second to breathe
I looked up at the sky
A squirrel scurried across the wire
Against the blue, on top of the black, a tiny blob of moving gray
.
I admired his hurry
Do you have a place to be,
little one?
Do you have someone waiting?
.
I envied his ease
Hundreds of yards, mid-air
No pause, nor fear.
At least not for the world to see.
.
Do you know it’s not the worst thing
To fall?
Or are you not curious
when you slip and hit the ground
if there will be an awakening.
.
I should know.
I used to walk on broken glass
I used to skid on thin ice
I wonder, how I lost my stripes.
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My Name Is Not Cypress
Dancer/Screenwriter. She writes with chords, dances with words.
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Comments (12)
Damn squirrels!!! But great poem! Gave me a smile!
Niiiiiice, love it. :)
Nice words
the first stanza is my favorite. SO GOOD!
Loved the imagery you've used. Truly brilliant!
Hearted and Subscribed. I love your style! 😊
This is so beautiful and well written with a wonderful analogy and great message! Bravo!
Lovely poem, really enjoyed this and you got a subscription
Wonderful. Something so simple can be something so poetic and you did it so well.
Thank you for a moment of simple joy in my day.
Luxurious thoughts encapsulated poetically. What joy!
They do provoke our thoughts, don't they? A wonderful piece of observed thought...