March 25: Distraction

distracted at my desk

squirrel acrobatics

among bare branches

January 4: Tracking

Across the harbor ice

tracks of a squirrel

visit a lobster boat. 

December 27: Fresh snow

Wind chill below zero.

On the snow-covered lawn

tracks of one squirrel. 

December 15: Squirrels

Holiday season—

one leafless tree decked

with five fat squirrels. 

November 4: After the storm

After the windstorm
new bridges for squirrels
across the river

August 28: Music

Red squirrel sputters,

back-beat to music blaring

at the mini golf course.

August 25: Miss

Lunch meeting.

Braking in time

to miss the squirrel.

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April 8: Roadside Jesus

Roadside Jesus

welcoming squirrels across

with outstretched arms.

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January 5: For winter

Woodpecker holes from summer

filled now with squirrel's stash:

seven acorns.

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February 11: Yearning

Cat inside chatters
at leaping squirrels, perched crows
always out of reach.

January 16: White world, bare branches

While shoveling snow
I count five squirrel nests
amid the bare branches.

August 8: Nuts

Oak leaves rustle--

not prophecy but squirrels

dropping acorns, harsh words.

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February 24: Inspiration

If not for squirrels

would the cat leave her bed?

What gets me up?

 

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January 18: Morning meditation 3

Squirrel bounds through snow

ponderously.
Trying to make my mind blank.

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November 28: Day after Thanksgiving

Decorative corn--
off the door, an offering
for the squirrels.

June 5: Red-tail on high

Red-tailed hawk--

from up there, rain-wet squirrels

must look like ants.

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February 17: Tracks in the snow

Snowshoed up Beech Hill in Rockport this afternoon with my friend Brian and his dog Jack. The trail up hadn't seen human traffic since this most recent storm. But we observed tracks of many other creatures that had left their mark on the fresh snow: coyote, snowshoe hare, squirrel, mouse, the interweaving paths of a flock of turkeys.

I step over tracks
of many turkeys, each bird
leaving its own trail.

February 2: Imbolc

Two days above freezing.
These amorous squirrels
must think it's spring.

December 11: Squirrely

Hanging from the eaves,

squirrel drops an apple

past my window.

May 29: Rain again

After a brief respite from rain and drizzle, wet weather returns. I didn't have the heart to stop the jay from stealing peanuts from the bird feeder this afternoon, it looked so wet and miserable. A bit like my state of mind. The grey squirrel, however, still had to go.

Bedraggled blue jay,

I won't shoo you from my feeder

this time.