Small Wonder

By John I. Blair

Squirrels on an elm in the sun
See the world at their feet;
A sweet breeze blows;

Blue sky overhead
Hides no hawks,
No other threat.

Small wonder their brushy tails
Curl up boldly,
Shimmering in the sun.

Small wonder their
Seed-stuffed mouths
Seem to smile at me.

©2019 John I. Blair, 7/20/2019