The Spontaneous Return Of Cyril The Squirrel! Poem by Denis Martindale

My morning began as I forced myself off my bed,
It was just after five when my feet met the carpet.
The brand-new daylight showed the street once again.
Once I had managed my way downstairs, cup in hand,
The kettle was helping me create a beautiful coffee.
A spoonful of Sugar, Coffee, And Milkshake powder.
My tinkering tasty concoction is called a cup of SCAM.

I had two slices of Angel cake and icing topping.
Even if it's an ongoing heatwave, I can still eat these.
So I went upstairs, with my cup of SCAM in hand.
At the top of the stairs, I stopped at the window again.
I'm still learning after living here for over twenty years.

This time, I was pleasantly delighted by an old friend.
It was the spontaneous return of Cyril the Squirrel.
Perched upon my neighbour's fence, as if posing for me.
His back leg thrust forward to give himself a scratch.
One scratch wasn't enough! So, he did it again!

Within a few seconds, he was bouncing along the fence.
He was now on the pavement, still bouncing past my gate.
For some reason, he hid himself under my neighbour's car.
He was probably examining the unrepaired large pothole.
And I'm sad to say that I haven't seen him since!

I kept looking out the bedroom window for him.
Just now, a bird glided its way across the sky.
It had really dark wings as I looked up at it.
It was just a few yards away, yet it was still impressive.

A minute later... I saw a single pigeon on a neighbour's fence.
It crossed the road and landed on another neighbour's gate.
It was then joined by another purple and blue pigeon there.
A minute later... and a third pigeon flew into the street.

Two pigeons waddled their way on the street again.
One repeatedly challenged the other for food.
The other pigeon responded suddenly, and then there was one.
It waddled proudly with a swagger, as if it owned the street.

One pigeon was back on a TV aerial on a neighbour's roof.
It was probably that high to get a better free view.
Meanwhile, at the end of the street, three birds followed another.
Another straight line-up synchronised event to delight.

More pigeons are on the other street and mine,
A couple of tiny sparrows dangled on a thin street wire.
A few birds flapped their wings as they crossed the skyline.
Soon after that, I saw a flying flock of twenty tiny birds!
Soon after that, three large black birds, crows, rooks or ravens!
They flew onto a neighbour's roof as if they were taunting me!

Yes! Yes! Yes! BUT WHERE'S CYRIL?


Denis Martindale.9th of July 2026.


Here's another nature study poem by the Poemhunter poet Denis Martindale.

The title is 'THE SPONTANEOUS RETURN OF CYRIL THE SQUIRREL! '.

The poet faced another day and another coffee. While walking upstairs, he saw a squirrel in the street. The poet calls every single squirrel that he sees by the name of Cyril. The poet knows that Cyril appears suddenly and then, just as suddenly, he's gorn! This time was no different!

Even so, while scouring the street for any further sign of him, the poet describes the wildlife that he sees, and there's a lot out there, but the poet is somewhat perplexed and vexed and ends the poem with a puzzled plea, 'Yes! Yes! Yes! BUT WHERE'S CYRIL? '