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Fall of Squirrels by Kim Aubrey

image by Public Domain Pictures from Pixabay

Fall of Squirrels

 This fall our squirrels are fatter than God.
 Nourished by this generous land,
 they hold worlds in their bellies.
  
 Maples offer outstretched limbs
 for the squirrels’ high-wire acts,
 brilliantly executed feats of daring.
  
 For now they continue light on their feet, 
 can run the length of a power line, 
 scale a roof, but when will the extra 
  
 weight they’re packing keep them 
 from leaping? What is the tipping point 
 where health turns into harm 
  
 where flight takes a fall? Will they evolve 
 into ground squirrels, leave branches 
 to sway empty above?
  
  
 My mother’s town has a surfeit of squirrels; 
 a long summer has provided an extra 
 breeding cycle. Their corpses spatter 
 highways and parking lots. 
  
 But our squirrels are not at locust capacity. 
 Instead of multiplying their species,
 they’ve opted to multiply their cells,
 grow their own rotund bellies.
  
 More tempted to feed than to mate,
 unconcerned about preserving the species,
 they’ve become self-preserving.
  
 Basic needs cared for, they learn new arts,
 lounge and play and savour, tend
 to their burgeoning inner lives. 
Image by valiphotos from Pixabay

		

18 thoughts on “Fall of Squirrels by Kim Aubrey”

  1. Delightful! We have a few of those in our backyard as well.

    Judy

    On Fri, Oct 30, 2020 at 3:46 PM Between Festivals: A Journal in Time of Pandemic and Lockdown wrote:

    > felicity936 posted: ” image by Public Domain Pictures from Pixabay Fall of > squirrels This fall our squirrels are fatter than God. Nourished by this > generous land, they hold worlds in their bellies. Maples offer outstretched > limbs for the squirrels’ high-wire” >

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  2. No no no, Shane! Humans need to emulate Kim’s squirrels and stop multiplying — we’ve overpopulated our little planet, to its detriment! Instead, we also ought to “tend to our burgeoning inner lives.” Neat line, Kim – I’m trying to imagine a squirrel’s inner life: meditations on the bushiness of tails, the poetry of falling acorns, the brevity of squirrel existence… 🙂

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  3. An intriguing poem, Kim, and skillfully writtten.
    But now your poem has me wondering if humans were once squirrels whose greed left them unable to scale the distance from ground to lowest branch and fly from branch to branch. And then it made me wonder if our current love affair with food, happening at the same time as our diminishing birth rates in privileged lands, has left humans more interested in food than mating. Ya made me think!

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