WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

Squirrel haiku

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Little one am I
A seed before it finds dirt
but by bit I grow

The seed grows a tree
I’ve stashed away a thousand
Food, water, light they grow

Ever watchful eyes
seeing present future past
winter brings justice

When the sun is hot
work is hard expecting snow
winter no surprise

Winter brings rest
together the work of heat
justified squirrel

Future present past
little things add up en masse
somehow I get by

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