In a rippling wave
of newly-awakened fur,
a grey-brown
squirrel spritely springs
across the open
green, gnawing
at the empty nut
husks, hesitant;
darting eyes
furtively figure
if he is safe.
Finished, yet famished,
he wheels
—blinding blur—
to turn tail
and head for
greener grasses.
CU 1979
©1979 Steve Eulberg
