Anyway, yesterday I went out to the Beaver Pond behind my house and ended up seeing a flying squirrel!
It was so cute, and its eyes were sooo big! See for yourself:
And now the poem inspired by this darling little creature:
Flying Squirrel
The creature,
quiet and still, staring
with black, round eyes
that hold my eager
gaze,
shifts down the decaying
bark of the dead tree,
just an inch-
No more.
Cautious,
curious.
Tiny claws grip the
dead wood,
fighting
the urge to remain still
yet
intent on fleeing
from his lofty position...
And I wonder wha-
There! He goes -
limbs spread
gliding,
flying,
and into the dead leaves,
scampering up a pine,
out of sight.
Quick
quiet
creature.
~Maya
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