The sky was a red stripe with the setting of the sun
With my immobility I was beginning to be overcome.
I was sitting there breathing the cold January air
When I saw an ecstatic form moving from tree to tree
Bounding, bouncing, balancing between branches
Overhanging, entangled, mangled from the storms.
The renegade became free from gravity
His graceful, grey, genetic energy
That was evident from tail tip to nose
Exposed the narrow margin from morbidity to mortality
The squirrel's synergy to my lack of energy
I tied to the drip, the squirrel does acrobatic flips.
I want to thank God
For sending this squirrel to bolster me
He released me from my spiritual slavery to apathy
With all that peculiarity and tenacity
Moving as liquid life from tree to tree
Gods sends His affirmation to me
That all will be right
Beyond the dark soul of the night.
Hugh K Henderson <><