I watch it leap from limb to limb
an auburn flash amongst the white
inspired by a gnawing whim
to sate a growling appetite
devising ways to somehow skim
the ever thicker winter blight
then fixing me with eyes that say I’m stuck—
I whisper “Join the club my friend, good luck.”
i really like the whimsical nature of this one
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