Image: A Red Squirrel (here)
The given words:
silent holy arrival
alone chime stray
plain laughing ingest
scar sigh pale
Silent as a
holy sage meditating in the night
Its arrival alone
on the quiet without a chime
A stray or perhaps
a straggler looking for a bite
Not bothered of the cold but bidding its time
Unlike the old lady with a stocked larder
Plain to see it
made a grave misjudgement
Sudden turn for the worse of the weather
Meant an empty stomach in hibernation
No laughing
matter with none to ingest
A scar on its
conscience of a failed winter
Sigh! Pale element lacking foresight to invest
The wise squirrel stores a few acorns for the coming year...what a wonderful title and poem...a knowing message for a new year...maybe it be happy one for you Hank
ReplyDeleteThat will be one hungry squirrel.
ReplyDeleteNever seen failed winter here, in MN...lol so get prepared and bite away! ~ love your style, Hank! ~ Happy New Year! x
ReplyDeletePlenty to ponder here, from the title down. Happy New Year
ReplyDeleteHave to have a little foresight or one may be screwed
ReplyDeletePoor squirrel may have missed the boat
ReplyDeleteExcellent use of the words, Hank. I love the last stanza. A very happy new year to you. Thanks for checking on me, I am doing okay considering.
ReplyDeletePamela
It's always best to plan ahead, unless you're a squirrel living on a college campus, in which case, just chase down the nearest person with a backpack.
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