Two walks at the park
Leisure strolls on her ground
Watching squirrels on tree bark
Before I turn homebound.
Today while passing along
On them my eyes fell
One in a bush alone
A little away another squirrel.
I wondered in my funny caprice
If they have ever had a chance
To exchange warmth and good wish
Or they haven’t met even once.
A little more daring in my whim
I thought the distance for them too far
So she roamed alone dreaming of him
And he unknowing forever seeks her.
squirrel a tiny living which is very pleasant in appearance. A nice poem.
...feels as if you are reading a fable in poetic verse, ..........beautifully composed, you've put in squirrels human emotions...great wrk
Ah the wonder of squirrels they find love...quaint poem indeed...regards
...Two walks at the park Leisure strolls on her ground Watching squirrels on tree bark Before I turn homebound... Beautiful opening to this lovely nature poem. Beautiful reflection on chance and purpose. Boy do I love squirrels! Almost as much as I love birds :) Thanks for reading my poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fascinating sight! Squirrels with their nimble movements and bushy tails are interesting creatures! The last two lines give an adorable close to the poem! !