Squirrel, are you in that drey over there? Quite a place I imagine, is that right Under and hiding in that palm tree I definitely think I can see you Room for many of them Run out now, go on Every one join in Link up together Scurrying
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Willow. She has asked us to think about what is happening underground. Seeds and bulbs are waking up, while roots are looking for nourishment and reaching out looking for communication and news. Little creatures and insects are all on the move.
PS – I hope I’ve got away with this. These squirrels are not quite underground, although they are under and hiding in our palm tree.
She was slumbering, peacefully, for a long, long time. Will she open her eyes? Not yet. She was fine for the autumn, turning this way and that, making herself more comfortable. Then it turned to the wintery time. It was darker and colder, frigid and stark. She hunkered down, keeping herself warm, as she delved down. Slowly, slowly the winter passed, and suddenly… it was spring! She opened her eyes and looked out.
hey, little squirrel lovely to see you again here’s some nuts; enjoy!
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Squirrels take all sorts of things for their nests, including bits of newspaper and magazines. It kind of reminded me about this photo, so I used it for my prose/poem.
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Image credit: Стас Кадрулев @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a woman, her head resting in an aperture of a rock. Her eyes are closed and she appears to be sleeping.