One For The Squirrels Poem by Bryan Taplits

The winter's gone
Snows subside
The sun's rays
no longer portents of chill,
Spring springs to one's side.
And it's time to meet
Those breaths of warm breeze
Till we all get our fill.
No longer will everyone shiver-
All cowed by the oncoming cold.
Everyone feels again young
(with new songs to be sung)
and no longer so sclerotically old.
But what of the squirrels? -
Those birds of the ground
The ones with no wings
and no plume,
Will the squirrels come to play-
On this and the next day? -
Now that we're at the end of this wintry doom.
While icy walls hem in the palisades
That winter seems to bring,
Man uses keys to escape those walls
But squirrels? They just use Spring.