Squirrel. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

it stood for a moment,
Looked at me in astonishment,
Climbed a nearby
Branch of a tree,
Bit into a nut, tasted it,
Sitting on the haunches,
Catching the nut with two hands,
Still watching me,
Wagging, stiffening
It's tail, finshed the nut,
Scurried to the next tree,
Chasing it's mate,
Playful, the ran a round,
wit no care in mind,
Making me remind
Of the younng days,
When I chased squirrels
In vain, to grow at least
One fo them as pet,
Which failed even after
So many attempts made.


Ravikiran Arakkal