(non)Sun-day poem day
I want a squirrel
not a sparrow, nor swallow nor swift
I need a squirrel
not a vole or a mouse nor a mole
I’d like a squirrel
to feed and ponder and tease
I’d love a squirrel
who chitters and scolds and scampers
If I had a squirrel
I’d squeal and leap and cavort
I’d climb and jump and twist
I’d eat and collect and horde
Nuts and seeds and cones and
Never mind,
I’d like to be a squirrel