Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 194,030 Points (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

A Pause For The Squirrel Show - Poem by Kelly Kurt

They paired off
Camouflaged against the abundant dead leaves
Scampering almost Obscured
The crackle of crisp foliage beneath their feet
Gave away their position
Rearing up on hind legs
Scanning their territory
Ever alert for predators
Or intrusive gardeners
A twosome in the oaks spiraled up the trunk
Barking and chirping throughout the chase
Gaining the attention of the earthbound duo
One of which was now carrying a chestnut
Nearly as large as its head
With the ferocity of a jackhammer
A hole was burrowed
Large enough to secrete his future supper
Covered up in a flash and tamped down
A distant dog’s bark sent them panicking
Across the yard and up to the bare boughs
The cabaret over, I returned to raking

Topic(s) of this poem: life, nature


Comments about A Pause For The Squirrel Show by Kelly Kurt

  • Elisabeth Wingle (11/14/2015 6:40:00 AM)


    Ahhh, I recognize those two, they are busy stealing my pumpkin seeds from a very artsy Martha Stewartish, ,
    White with gold polka dots and glitter pumpkin that my daughter decorated. (they can have it) . You make such wonderful observations. I have the exact same scene in my yard, yet never thought to write it..I need to
    Strive to be more observant. Thanks for sharing. As always feel free to review my work,
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    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/14/2015 10:05:00 AM)

    I try to always stay aware of the ever occurring, fleeting present moment. Poems often offer themselves up in simple scenes

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  • Sanjukta Nag (11/13/2015 7:34:00 AM)


    I love sqirrels so much and once a squirrel had bitten my finger mistaking it as food! : -) : -D
    loved your poem, their nature is beautifully described with great diction. Reading again.
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    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/13/2015 12:15:00 PM)

    Thanks, Sanjukta. I love all wildlife, even bugs

  • Valsa George (11/13/2015 6:13:00 AM)


    It is quite interesting to watch these creatures and their tricks for survival! They too know how to hoard and hide! A lively description of the agile squirrels! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/13/2015 12:14:00 PM)

    They are entertaining. Thanks

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/12/2015 11:33:00 AM)


    Such a wonderful description of squirrel's life...............enjoyed it thoroughly....10 (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/12/2015 1:40:00 PM)

    They go about their lives as I watch

  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/12/2015 8:08:00 AM)


    OK...so I am completely in love with squirrels! My oldest son had a squirrel fascination that lasted for years. He had squirrel t-shirts, stuffed animals, clay sculptures, squirrel feeders in the yard full of peanuts (as if they even needed that) . He would look out the window and enjoy the squirrels...we have tons of trees in our yard, so we get to watch the frolicking...They're essentially cute rats. My son is done with the squirrel thing, but he still likes them. They use my herb garden to hide their nuts for winter. So, I like the detail in the poem, the images you evoke are again spot on...you use just enough words to be descriptive, but not too many...as squirrels are quick, the pace of the poem, needs to match that. Some of my favorite words in the poem is the idea of a 'cabaret, ' digging with the ferocity of a 'jackhammer, ' and then the description of them spiraling up the tree (perfect) . I also like how you included the author in the poem at the end...the slow guy stopping to watch and then returning to the raking. Enjoyed this one! Again, another poem that I was excited to read because of the title and the subject matter. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/12/2015 10:28:00 AM)

    They are fascinating little tree rats.: -) Sometimes they purposely position themselves above me in the trees while I'm working or just sitting, and drop acorn shells on me. In spring, the shade garden especially, looks like it was impacted by hundreds of small meteors. Holes everywhere! They look even more obvious there because of the blanket of pine needles they have to dig through first.
    Anyway, it was a nice diversion from raking.: -)
    Thanks, Pam

  • Edmund Strolis (11/12/2015 5:57:00 AM)


    I am deep in autumn country-Michigan listening to a November roaring wind this morning scattering the leaves that I had piled sky high! This poem and its observations is spot on and wonderful, reminded me of my mother's home which had its own squirrel highway from roof to pine to power line. Every word drew me in. Remarkable wording from and intrusive gardener. You have done this cabaret perfect justice........wonderful! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/12/2015 10:22:00 AM)

    Thanks, Edmund. I am very acquainted with the squirrels here. I am out almost every day doing something in the yard and they entertain. Yes, in northern Illinois the winds have been a steady 30 mph with gusts over 60 for the last 15 hours. I like making big piles of leaves in the middle of the yard. On days like this, the wind takes them to the east side of town and I have far less to pick up.: -)

  • (11/12/2015 2:06:00 AM)


    you must be having a very well kept garden
    thanks Kellr
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    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/12/2015 10:19:00 AM)

    I do my best. This time of year it doesn't look like much other than a lot of dying vegetation and thousands of leaves

  • Brian Mayo (11/12/2015 12:28:00 AM)


    The experts say animals that are hunted by many other species gain amazing communication skills.
    Excellent poem. I live in the country and see lots of squirrels, and do lots of yard work, but your poem took me back to my days working at a golf course. The fall clean-up was brutal, but we'd be out with rakes picking up piles of leaves and see squirrels scampering everywhere- hundred of 'em, fighting over nuts.
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    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/12/2015 10:16:00 AM)

    There are at least a dozen of them living in the trees on the church's grounds. We have cut the trees back to limit their access to the roof. (They used to get into the attic and not be able to get back out) Usually they are fun to watch but I hate it when come spring, they dig up my newly planted seedlings while searching for their buried nuts.

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/11/2015 6:48:00 PM)


    Ever alert for predators
    Or intrusive gardeners....is very amazing in this interesting sharing on life and nature.10
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    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/11/2015 10:48:00 PM)

    They are more wary of me than my rabbit friend: -)

  • Akhtar Jawad (11/11/2015 6:47:00 PM)


    Nature has made us like this, we remain a slave of hunger, desires and fears and finally depart with a hope of another life in the heavens. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (11/11/2015 10:47:00 PM)

    Squirrels are a lot like most of us: -)

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