Covid Days II

A large, peppery squirrel does its acrobatics.

Jumping from Fir to Oak to Elm

Into the precarious mulberry.

He catches my eye

But does not freeze,

Does not scamper away.

His bushy tail twitches


He chews along the whole length

Of a woody stick

And tosses it carelessly aside.

He bends and twists

Wrenching off

Another reedy limb.

He pauses,

glances at me

and decidedly

holds his twig

A little tighter.