Here's a quicky poem I did in my spare time, about my encounter with quite a brave little squirrel.
This is one of the few poems I've done that came out well without the use of a Rhyming Dictionary.
Read quickly, running the second line into the first as if they were one sentence.
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It was a bright day,
As I walked my way
All through a well-lit park.
And then I must say,
As loud as I may,
I made a quaint remark.
Perched on a tree,
Sat not far from me,
A furry little thing.
The creature I see,
A bird it can't be.
For it lacked a wing.
A squirrel he was,
with quite noble cause,
to speak annoyingly.
To talk as he does
To make a loud buzz,
Was done defensively.
Looking in his eyes,
I can feel the ties,
To nature around me.
Maybe human lies?
Said with plenty of sighs,
I ponder pensively.
To be what I see,
Become wild and free,
The thought seems bliss to me.
Perhaps it's the key,
To our inner peace,
Then he fell from the tree.
He landed in dirt.
Perhaps he was hurt.
I drew closer to look.
Immobile he sat,
Indeed a shame that,
Such a poor life was took.
Alas! He has moved!
Alive, he was proved.
For I feared he was dead.
An acorn he threw,
Across air it flew,
Striking my poor forehead.
He began to rant,
For somehow I can't,
stop all the 'chit's and 'chut's.
And now I shall find,
How he will remind,
Why I do not like nuts!
