The Squirrel
It was the walk with the empty trees
High above us, so tall.
My companion pointed out
To the south end of my walk
And a squirrel making his way.
He’d just come out of a loveless winter
With a child in tow.
We danced with the squirrel
As it came down.
Tender. Nervous, unsure
Of the beautiful strangers
That knew their route.
It was a spring for him.
He was gathering coconuts
– That made him laugh.
Perching on my shoulder
I wanted to show him
Possible shapes.
No point in copying mine.
We all have different journeys on this walk.
So he said goodbye
It was fun.
His bushy tail disappearing
Too quickly
Before I got a chance to fall
Too much in love.
Jamie Zubairi 