Thursday, October 8, 2020 A Squirrel Nonet

I played a fun game of hide and seek with a squirrel last week. It’s like playing with a child who thinks that if they stay still, you won’t see him (or her). It got off to a sporting start with my rodent friend attempting camouflage on a tree.

We ignored each other for some moments, my strategy being to give him a false sense of security. But when I moved closer, the game was afoot. He skittered over to the side outside of my vision and by the time I got there, he’d given me the slip. …Or had he?

GOTCHA! To be honest, I don’t think he knew that he’d been discovered. I didn’t want to ruin the experience for him, so I sauntered off, but first I overheard him chittering, “There will be a day when I will lose this crafty game, but IT IS NOT THIS DAY!”

Even squirrels must have their heroes.

Squirrel Nonet
Is it a game or is this danger?
She with her magic box, and me
Pretending to be the tree.
I hear the “click, click, click…”
and know I must run.
I see some leaves,
I sit still –
I wait.
Click.

I just discovered this form of poetry, the nonet: nine lines, nine syllables in the first line and subtracting one syllable per line. Kinda fun.

I will almost certainly delete,
Or at least probably delete,
I don’t know…should I delete?
Delete…or not delete?
That is the question.
I can’t decide.
So I think,
Maybe…
Not.

GOTCHA!