04-20-2016, 02:27 PM
Squirrel and the feeder
There was a squirrel
Most different than the rest
His tail was a stub
That didn’t flutter like the best
He made his journey
Through the branches swift
Never caring if the wind took a shift
One afternoon in the middle of June
The squirrel robbed a bird feeder;
Ate ‘til he couldn’t carry a tune
But before he took his last bite
Satan’s wind blew the feeder out of sight
And the squirrel most different than the rest
Fell to his untimely death
There was a squirrel
Most different than the rest
His tail was a stub
That didn’t flutter like the best
He made his journey
Through the branches swift
Never caring if the wind took a shift
One afternoon in the middle of June
The squirrel robbed a bird feeder;
Ate ‘til he couldn’t carry a tune
But before he took his last bite
Satan’s wind blew the feeder out of sight
And the squirrel most different than the rest
Fell to his untimely death
In your own, each bone comes alive
the skeleton jangles in its perfunctory sleeve....
(Chris Martin)
the skeleton jangles in its perfunctory sleeve....
(Chris Martin)