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Sitting on The Rail

By John I. Blair

Sitting on the rail alone,
Hugging himself with tiny paws,
The squirrel looks indecisive,

Frigid air blasting past,
Facing a three-foot gap
To swaying feeders.

At last his hunger overcomes
Reluctance and he leaps,
Landing safely on the other side.

A half hour later, belly plump
With sunflower seeds,
He’s still there, wondering (I guess)
Why all the other squirrels are gone.

I only trust that he, like them,
Has a cozy grass-lined nest
Wedged into a treetop
Where he can rest.

©2016 John I. Blair, 12/8/2016


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