A Squirrel’s Tale

Lately I’ve been busy cleaning out 20 years of junk I’ve managed to collect, both physical (Whitesnake T-shirt anyone?), and virtual (old, old, old WordPerfect notes, poems, and stories I wrote, many with my good friend Algis Brown back in those ancient days of yore.) No link to Al, I fear – he lives in the wilds of Lithuania, where the Internet is a strange and random beast. Anyway, I found one of my literary masterpieces from my Senior Year of High School (1990), a little poem called A Squirrel’s Tale, and I thought I’d share… Enjoy, or Weep; the choice is yours.

A Squirrel’s Tale

I wonder, and I muse,
and think how it would be
to exist a squirrel-less tail
and live a life so free.

See the squirrel’s tail
dancing ’bout the leaves.
It jumps and dips, life so frail
all about the tree.

I watch, and I stare,
and grin amusedly,
for a tail that has no squirrel
flits about the tree.

It must have been some distant day
when that poor squirrel was blown away.
Yet still the tail frolics
as though it knew no other way.

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