ODE Poem: Ode to the Squirrel, by Cristina Leavitt

O’ duchess of trees, nibblers of acorns
Trailing a fluffy plume, your flag waving,
You jump from limb to limb, small, majestic hands
Outstretched reaching for life, Hermes seethes
With jealousy at your nimbleness, watching you fly through air.

O’ queen of whiskers, squeakers of squeakers,
Sing the song of the woods, song of suburbia,
song of the public parks, I sing with pain deep in my heart
At witnessing your joy, leaping and jumping
Over your brothers and sisters, your short lives
Filled with joy, Dionysus ripples through your veins
Spilling ecstasy and rage in every twirl, every eye twitch.

O’ lady of boldness, so small and cute,
Teach me how to run with you,
grab my hands and show me how to play,
Fill my small heart with joy you carry
in your mouth like winters hoards of nuts and seeds,
Lend me a snippet of your impulsive charm

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