When The Little Squirrel Makes Its Home.... Poem by lalitha iyer

How sweet
the little squirrel is
sounding tweet tweet
as it jumps up and down
upon the wires and chords
from roof to roof
as it jumps to seek
some new nut
or some new creek

the way it lashes
its bushy tail
beckoning the world
signalling something wild
circussing across the lanes
managing nuts and guts
building its home
upon the untouchable domes

Today, as I watched
and watched amazed
the lovely little being
with its little teeth
and knify claws
pulled out bundles of cotton yarn
from inside the box of an a.c. torn
wrapping material it seems
the happy kid it was
for it rained harder and harder
and the poor thing now loved the new wonder
as I viewed it stuffed and stuffed
into its tiny paws
as much cotton as it could
with the balancing legs
and jutting mouth
balling a whole bunch
into something smaller to sponge
what a clever act of life
the whole world of rags
reduced to a global bag
for a sweeter heaven
so nimble, so brainy,
the world of homes
built by cute little forms...........