A Squirrelly Imagination

Tree House

The trees, like stick figures,
stand bare against the sky.
Stripped of their leaves,
they reveal what's been hidden ...

Squirrel nests in
the crook of the
highest branches

Some, like efficiency
apartments, are small
and compact

Others, like penthouse
apartments, sprawl a
massive weave of twigs
and leaves

When a light breeze
blows, I imagine the
sway of the tree
lulling the squirrels
in sweet slumber

But when the gale
winds blow, I wonder ...
are they tossed
about like a ship at sea,
pitching to the left,
then right,
clawing
at the soft moss
that lines their
padded drey?

Or are they cocooned,
curled tight against
the wind with
a tickling tail
teasing
a twitching
nose?