Squirrel Moment

The gray ghost

tumbles from oak to buckthorn

in search of berries, now

a silent troubadour in the linden,

hanging head down and alert

from the bat-house . . . .

–Excerpt from “Squirrel Moment” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Iodine Poetry Journal.

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