Cyril the Squirrel

A short distance away

Across the road from my home

In the trees behind the bungalows opposite

A couple of Squirrels seem to roam

Happy as they can be they seem to care not a jot

Dashing about here there and everywhere at all times of the day

Flying through the branches without a care in the world

Its seems they spend most of their lives just being at play

Always dashing off somewhere I just don’t know how they do it

Their bushy tails waving in the wind leaping from one tree to the next

Hurtling around at break neck speeds as they go

As I watch I am just mystified and complexed

As they disappear from the trees, down to the ground they go foraging

Hunting for food where they may have buried it some time ago

They must have store ready for winter they have collected all Summer

And kept underground so they have food for the winter buried under the prevailing Snow

Their little hands and feet look a bit like ours to a layman like me

Obviously handy when they are leaping around high up of the ground

Today I saw about eight of them racing all over the Old Oak Tree darting here and there

Though through all the excitement I did not hear a sound

How they never lose their footing or mishandle a branch or two

As I watched intently from on the ground way below

Suddenly they have disappeared from view

So quickly do they move about, I think to myself I never saw them go

One minute they are there and then they have disappeared so fast

And I am left alone standing on the ground below.

A little while later two of them returned

Or should I say five because they had little three ones in tow

It was a wonderful sight to see them all together

Dad, Mum and the little ones all three in a row

They disappeared as quickly as they had first appeared

But I felt honoured to have seen them all together

It left me with a nice warm glow and I hope they stay near

And I will see them again whatever the weather.