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- King of the Pine~
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~King of the Pine~
A tall wide Pine
full of moss and vine.
Tree bark fly
as leaves are sent sailing.
A small black bird flutters
in hover
with squawking loud calls.
Scampers a squirrel
in a ring around the rosy
spiral ascent
like candy cane swirls.
The black bird dove
with Kamikaze dives,
pecking and striking at
a fluffy waving long brown tail.
In snickering chatter taunts
a tail in flicking lure,
hop spring then leap
from tree limb to tree limb.
Pine cones fall like hand-grenades,
its needles, dropping darts,
where ever the black bird would land
the squirrel would shake the limb.
A squawk and flapping
then another dive,
assault in flight
as tiny talons grasp a busy tail
and pulls.
The squirrel was tag teamed
by its enemies,
black birds
and gravity!
- COMMENTS
LuciousBi-Writes4Ualmost 19 years ago"The squirrel was tag teamed
by its enemies,
black birds
and gravity!"
wow...doesn't that apply to most everyone's days! LOL it's never enough for just one thing to get us down...problems crash in from all sides and truly abound!
Loved it Arty!
Bridget69almost 19 years agoexamination of territorial instincts among nature's creatures.
dcpoet44almost 19 years agopredatory elements in this setting of nature you've built up here. the ending shows that predator element......nicely don.......don
Wanton Vixxxenalmost 19 years agoof at least the tree poems lately, Art! I love the phrase, " The squirrel was tag teamed by its enemies, black birds and gravity!" I can imagine seeing that happening <laughin'> I always enjoy your works of nature and this piece was no exception.<smile>
Vixxx
ishtatalmost 19 years agoGood poem. I was struck by the thought that can a pine needle sail or is its destiny to be jealous of the broadleaved trees harbouring ambitions of saildom ?
