SQUIRRELLY

We climb to earth, upside down, heads first, tails up, bushy and last – like a flag proclaiming its territory, here, coming, watch! as our feet touch the earth, and we’re dashing, bounding, nearly bouncing, but softly, so lightly you could be forgiven for thinking we’re hovering, resplendently, traveling the the air’s currents across the lawn, then bam, up up another tree, mouths first, acorns as proud heralds.