The Squirrels

A walk thru the tree forest
A green serene park
With trees hanging about
Welcoming all, with the soft wind
Playing the violin,
Which hung on their branches
And moving from here to there
Dancing on the pathway
Allowing us see the sun
Thrice in a minute,
Hiding all sweet creatures
All my tree dwelling fellows
Then like a flash
A shadow ran past
Jumping, scaling the trees
Like some ninja,
Fast, going for the attack
Another followed, two more
Heading, the way the first went
Jumping, rushing, bounding
Stopping now and then
To see who passes by
Like Robin, of Locksley
The forest guardian,
And his merry men
A strange creature of the tree
Boldly, carefully stood out
On a tree branch
Peering, studying the passersby
Quietly and unaware our returned gaze
Maybe she let us see her
And all her little ones
Hiding behind her body
But their tails still gave them away
An encounter of man and nature

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.