1 May 2012
The night is warm and golden, My eyelids start to droop. Fatigue sticks like honey, As I struggle through the gloop.
Scrambling up the tree trunk, I spot my home ahead. My brothers hop to greet me, "I have a story," I said.
We settle down together, The warmth is trapped inside. But my siblings shiver excitedly, Each eye is opened wide.
I clear my throat and smile, "You remember Maggie?" I say. "The cat from round the corner? I visited her today."
My family gasps inwardly, I grin and mimic dad; "If I were you," I whisper. "I wouldn't make her mad."
My Father chuckles quietly, Mum glares across the room. I raise my voice frantically, To a rather almighty boom:
"It unfolded early this morning, When you were all in bed. I don't know why I did it, I'm really not right in the head."
"I was sprawled across the hedgerow, From there I spied the Beast. But as my eyes were closing, They fixed upon a feast."
"The largest assortment of acorns, I had ever seen! I thought I'd make the most of it While the leaves were green."
"But as I stretched out my paw, To nibble the nearest one; A set of claws slashed the air, And instantly; I was gone."
My siblings sit, frozen, Their mouths gaping wide. My Mother frowns at me glumly, Disdainful at the side.
I gaze around, anxious, Afraid I've said too much. Well, that'd be a change.
Squirrel Tales • Opuss № I