Feelin' Squirrelly

Feelin' Squirrelly - Digital

Acorn's Lament

I fear that I will never be

A towering grandeur of a tree

with leaves that dance when winds pass by,

and limbs that stretch toward beckoning sky.

When spring returns, no birds will race

to build a home in my embrace.

I won't be here, alas, alack,

for I've become a critter's snack.

But...

if there's to be a desperate plea,

one final hope and prayer,

then Mr. Squirrel will bury me,

and won't remember where.

Acorn's Lament ©2012 Teresa Rodriguez

This tree-hopping traveler was born of a doodle that begged for completion. And, though I initially tried to think of a suitable story for the furry subject, my sympathy went to the poor nut clutched between his paws. Perhaps instead of becoming a meal, an oak tree's potential will be fully realized, and someday Mr. Squirrel (or his children) will be happily frisking along its great branches.