falling days

F
A
L
Lies its leaves on the ground
while the squirrels start to back down
to their holes
like moles
but without being blind
they do not listen, they just accept
their monotonous lives
that start in spring and end in winter
or maybe its the other way
round
and they are happier when the snow
happens
'cos that is when the hidding
goes crazy, unplanned
next winter they may have gone
nuts
nutty squirrels collecting overgrown butts
numbly talking to smoking ladies
lying on my English garden
I
N
G




Poetry by emily chambers
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Written on 2007-04-10 at 21:08

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Amanda K
you love meditating on nature i can tell it from the poem that you put it together so well.

regards,
2007-06-05