Lovely Penguin

poetry, prose and randomness

Said the tree to the squirrel

Said the tree to the squirrel

By Marie Gordon

If I feed you for life
Will you be my squirrel
Will you scamper over me
And entertain

If I nourish your games
Will you let me watch
Or stand in for a picture
And be your friend

If I give you a home
Will you be my squirrel
That scratches and climbs my trunk
That calls me home

If I give you my limbs
And I feed you too
Will you etch into my veins
A greedy sign

If I give you all this
Will you warm my limbs
Will you embrace me with paws
And be my squirrel

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