Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘FOURTH FLOOR VISITOR’

 

Little squirrel with bushy tail

From tree to tree I see you sail

Never once to see you fail

               The air to slice.

Wish I could learn to fly,

Against the vaulted, azure sky.

What a thrill, O me, O my –

               It must be nice.

– eab, May 1966

Read Full Post »

 

Little squirrel with bushy tail

From tree to tree I see you sail

Never once to see you fail,

   The air to slice.

Wish I could learn to fly,

Against the vaulted, azure sky.

What a thrill, O me, O my –

   It must be nice. 

– eab, May ’66

Read Full Post »

Little squirrel with bushy tail[1]

 

From tree to tree I see you sail

Never once to see you fail,

                The air to slice.

Wish I could learn to fly,

Against the vaulted, azure sky.

What a thrill, O me, O my –

                It must be nice.

– eab, May, ’66


[1] This squirrel would jump from a locust tree to the brick wall and then take a piece of bread from my hand at the window (he got in one day and we  concerned about Andy stopped this).

Read Full Post »