Reminded me of one of my forest hikes two years ago with my wife and dog. Had never heard a squirrel sound like a bird before that day. He kept a safe distance whistling away, until we were well out of sight. I think he was also making sure his brethren would heed the warning. Peace.
I have heard this before. Typically at my dogs. My first daughter was an Eskimo Spitz who looks like a cotton ball on legs. And the other was Sydnee. Neither pup was doing anything just sitting in the ground looking up at this very emotional squirrel. I think of animals like people – we all need our thoughts to be heard. And we all have something to say – even if it is not of our species. Come to think of it, I talk to Syd all the time and she just looks at me like looked at the talkative squirrel. Humph.
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Sounds like me on twitter until recently lol I like the poem, I relate to the mouthy squirrel using a willow as a soapbox, Bird! 😛
Your poem about the squirrel has stayed with me since last weekend. I really love it. But then, I love squirrels. I just came across one I wrote myself in 2012:
a squirrel — balanced
perfectly at the fulcrum
of terror and trust
— measures my gaze according
to unknown squirrel standards
Reminded me of one of my forest hikes two years ago with my wife and dog. Had never heard a squirrel sound like a bird before that day. He kept a safe distance whistling away, until we were well out of sight. I think he was also making sure his brethren would heed the warning. Peace.
They are pretty entertaining critters. Thanks for stopping by!
The last two line add the punch: animals also want to be seen and heard. Have a great week end,
Thanks, Benny.
The end is where the metaphor lies.
sometimes??? lol! 🙂
😉
The wars in our brains sometimes, shape us. Great post there.
Regards: James
Thanks, James.
Most welcome @shawn. Blog on!
Re: James
I have heard this before. Typically at my dogs. My first daughter was an Eskimo Spitz who looks like a cotton ball on legs. And the other was Sydnee. Neither pup was doing anything just sitting in the ground looking up at this very emotional squirrel. I think of animals like people – we all need our thoughts to be heard. And we all have something to say – even if it is not of our species. Come to think of it, I talk to Syd all the time and she just looks at me like looked at the talkative squirrel. Humph.
lol
Syd is plainly a very talented listener. It is one of the more excellent qualities of our dogs.
This made me smile, first thing in the morning. Love your writing!
I’m glad to bring you a smile with your tea! 🙂
I love a good rant. Celine was the master, but ur squirrel sounds like a comer.
🙂
It’s loud, at any rate!
I would say that more often than not, with people as well as squirrels, it truly is just about being heard. Fun poem! 🙂
Thanks, Jennifer!
“Sometimes it’s not about a solution; it’s just about being heard”…
Wise words for men to understand about how to coexist with their significant other. (;
Absolutely. Men are keen on solutions, as a rule, and don’t get that they’re being told about an issue simply to provide comfort.
Couldn’t agree more!!! Then, often, the solution occurs or the problem goes away…amazing
Yup. 🙂
Unique perspective that dovetailed flawlessly with the message. Thank you for this,
My pleasure, Michael. Thanks for stopping by.
”Ten minutes of
solid annoyance
in the willow tree
and no audience but me.”
Love that, amazing.
Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Sounds like me on twitter until recently lol I like the poem, I relate to the mouthy squirrel using a willow as a soapbox, Bird! 😛
lol
Reminds me of certain co-workers. They just chatter on not looking for answers but attention.
Yeah well. Sometimes the rant is important. 😉
But mostly just annoying.
Well, yeah. Mostly.
Your poem about the squirrel has stayed with me since last weekend. I really love it. But then, I love squirrels. I just came across one I wrote myself in 2012:
a squirrel — balanced
perfectly at the fulcrum
of terror and trust
— measures my gaze according
to unknown squirrel standards
lol! That’s awesome! Thanks for sharing!