Thursday, 21 June 2012

Red Squirrel by Chris Crittenden

sputter and chip,
rebuke me with variants
of raucous croon,

you perky piccolo of fuss,
high on a spruce,
helming azure.

if i could shimmy, bristle,
and cackle like you,
besotted by the spirit of


would i, too, dash
from my own moods,
a child lost to daredevilry--

and forget the madness
of the mean world
through the quicksilver roan

of my flips?

Chris Crittenden, Maine, USA


Naquillity said...

superb writing...

Anonymous said...

en admiration depuis la France ...!

Lori Lipsky said...

They do sputter, chip and cackle, don't they?

Well-written, enjoyable piece. Thanks.

Andrea McBride said...

Fun poem. Love the word "daredevilry" and all the "stacatto" words.