Squirrel Tale: Moreso
By Valerie Jean Laidlaw
As the buds in the trees shed their nutty shells,
I see the squirrel has a further tale to tell.
Scurrying, and streaking randomly through the branches,
Like a silver metal ball in a pinball machine flipping and springing with rebounded chances,
Little “Red” pauses to bulk up, stretching, reaching, and posing in inverted, arobatic stances.
Focusing again on this adapted “tailess” wonder,
My camera captures further more results of “Red’s” former conflict he or she had fought.
The obvious loss of the plumage of the tail was noticeably taught.
Yet, the left foreleg and paw had also been detached in battle,
Which Red had fought, suffered, miraculously lived through,
Adapting beautifully “Moreso” than I had previously perceived or believed.
With only nature’s healing, and a will to survive,
Present in keeping this inspirational, “Warrior Critter” alive.