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

Puck,

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

4 comments:

Naquillity said...

superb writing...

Lina Debroise 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.