A Squrrel On Bough In Knocksink Wood Poem by Bernard Kennedy

From the kitchen window of this big house style,
a distraction seems furtive through the kitchen pane.
Leaping, slowly on tree bough, careful grip got,
and push higher, nibbling at the bough and fruit.
The squirrel, grey in coat and fluffy tail, scales,
methodically his route, in search of fruit.
A careful certain expedition, stopping rightly to gauge
the goal, and slowly stops on hearing sounds
and moves along the bough.
The forest catches natures way and hidden moves
of residents.