avatarDenise Larkin, BA (Hons)

Summary

"The Squirrel" is a poem that vividly describes the daily life and behaviors of a squirrel in nature.

Abstract

The poem "The Squirrel" by Denise Larkin is a lively depiction of the small, agile creature as it navigates its environment. The squirrel is characterized as alert, resourceful, and full of energy, leaping and climbing with ease. It is portrayed as an adept forager, seeking out its favorite foods, and enjoying the warmth of the sun. The poem also touches on the squirrel's cautious nature, as it remains wary of potential threats and quickly retreats to safety when startled. The work captures the essence of the squirrel's existence, from its playful antics to its instinctual survival tactics.

Opinions

  • The squirrel is seen as a lively and agile creature, adept at navigating its environment.
  • It is appreciated for its playful and resourceful nature, especially in finding food.
  • The poem conveys a sense of admiration for the squirrel's ability to live in the moment and its resilience in finding sustenance.
  • There is a recognition of the squirrel's skittishness and its heightened sense of awareness for self-preservation.
  • The author seems to enjoy the squirrel's presence in nature, particularly its interactions with the environment on sunny days.

The Squirrel

A poem about a squirrel

Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash

The squirrel is fickle

And bright,

Its ears stand out

Listening, thinking,

Planning its way

Through the grass

Up a tree

Living for another day.

Its furry body

Leaps about

Climbing along fences

Finding its favorite food

To munch on,

It knows

It smells good.

A squirrel can be seen

In a park

Looting dustbins

And eating nuts

Hiding in trees

Climbing branches

Searching its way

Everyday.

On a sunny day

A squirrel is there

Enjoying the warmth

Finding its place

To have its feast

Eating, cherishing

Their nuts

And insects

Biting, chewing, spitting,

Into something

Fitting.

The squirrel

Looks up

It stares

With its large

Dark eyes

Seeding and binding,

Its time.

The squirrel never

Gets close,

For anything bigger

Or surprising

Sends a shocking

Ripple

To its furry,

Frightening body,

scarpering it away

Into a quiet place.

©️ Denise Larkin 2020. All Rights Reserved.

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