The Grey Squirrels

Grey squirrel pauses

                                                                          
The Grey Squirrel

Hurry, hurry, hurry

New games to play

So much to discuss

Chatter, chatter 
                                                            
 Finding hips and seeds
                                                            
                                                                              Clever, pesky, purposeful clown   

    

Walking in the woods, the chirping of the squirrels rustles from above.  Their eyes are a warm brown which complements their grey fur with tinges of reddish brown and white.  Their fluffy tails wave as they scurry, flags of perpetual industry.  Busily, they bound from one spot to another in their constant quest for food.  Their backs resemble a C shaped bridge, ready to bounce or scamper instantly.  At times, they tumble together, wrestling when young. Then somehow with their small paws They scamper vertically up the tallest trees.  Their eyes,too, move continuously, darting about, wary.  In the woods they are prey for coyotes, owls and eagles, so they’re watchfulness is purposeful.

The squirrels are the clowns of the woods.  Two or three at a time they race about with seeds, cones, various treasures.  They savor the rose hips of the wild rose as do the deer.  They compete with the birds and other small mammals for food. Having learned to save with their secret cache, they survive the bleakest winters.  Although they race like Type A personalities, they adapt more easily like Type Bs, able to roll with nature’s punches. They just chatter at length over their problems or joys, probably sharing one liners or their latest comedy routine.

Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel for example - I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.


 Nazim Hikmet quotes 

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