By Coda
Date: 20 July 2000

The Squirrel

Love is a squirrel tromping through an evergreen
dancing among the needles, sometimes pricked, sometimes brushed
every once in a while, a leap of faith must me made
   to catch to next branch, in that same fir

occasionally, claws are needed to get up to the first branch,
but once there, it gets easier... 
the squirrel will fall less, hurt less, but
the squirrel will be higher up, if it were to fall now
the landing would be much harder to recover from

soon, the tip of the fir would be reached
and all the squirrel has left to do
is open its sails
and soar