On a hot noon
In mid June,
A squirrel
Races down a black
Iron pipe
Wagging her tail,
Full of energy
Squeaks
In delight,
Her ears alert
Nodding her
Head from side to side.
I watch
From my window
Lying on a soft bed,
In an air conditioned room
Feeling frail,
Just as power fluctuates...
Has God equipped
These creatures to adapt,
Or we have over taxed
Our thermostat…
and our adaptability
lies dormant...
Mamta, I've noticed squirrels too, how they seem immune to heat of 40+degs. One could say that life's not fair, but then we noticed squirrels hurry is because she is so scared, she's also shy. Bob
I am in agreement Mamtaji, this modern life requires our physical, mental and spiritual ' thermostat' - to be re-adjusted for us to live happy and free! ! 10! -Raj Nandy
Has God equipped These creatures to adapt, Or we have over taxed Our thermostat… and our adaptability lies dormant... I agree to some extent...evils of luxury.... very well written...pls read my poems called TRIBUTE TO READERS, PRESENT, SOLITUDE'S WHISTLE..shall be grateful for your comments
a lovely poem on adaptability...the sqirrel does not complain running down a iron pipe which obviosly should be hot....i think we have pampered ourselves to this state...i think we isolate ourselves where as they associate...read my 'a listener in us' on a similar theme
god gave men the boon of logic........ so he had taken back so many other boons from us.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have made a beautiful poem for squirrel....... ofcourse they adapt and finally come under the list extinct......... fine write.......