Squirrels In Autumn Pathway Poem by Bernard Kennedy

A quiet pathway off the drive, a rustle
then again, and bushy tails are swaying, playing and searching.
Grey, as lifting a goblet, the hands
are raised, in search, and eyes dart, either way,
here on the pathway of the glade.
Like a child on pogo stick, hops to next gathered
food, and chestnut, gathered conkers,
and the squirrel conquers and food is tapped.

Manresa, a spiritual slanted copse of prayer,
at Dublin bay near the Battle. And squirrels,
group as football players, perched in view to conquer,
and gather in at Autumn. In this leafy mall,
the seagull in from work sails above,
the crow looks on and a robin perched
oversees the gathering in.

Another up the tree plays hide and seek,
in leaps and bounds across the trees
from branch to branch and tree to tree.
This leafy glade they have made his own.
The humbler squirrel grey in forest, tree tops
as sails
and mast leap, as ships sails nearby.
Another, with bushy tail as quill, nibbles away,
glancing upright in his natural devotion.

A number gather on this grassy pitch,
and when they go into the woods apace and leaping,
a feather furls downwards solely find resting place,
underneath the Robins gathered knowing
of her vale.