By Aparna Bandyopadhyay
Contributory Author for Spark Igniting Minds
On my morning walk I stride along,
Singing along the uneven track;
I see an acorn come tumbling down
It was some squirrel's hidden brack.
Glancing up I could not find
Along the bark any nesting crack.
The thicket seemed so green and dense;
Who threw the acorn, and lost his snack!
I stand still in that eerie silence,
Waiting and watching the imp above.
Someone was there, in surveillance.
And then I spot him, as he dove.
With his cache of acorns in perfect balance,
As the garden squirrel into a hole did shove!
This simple life of food and nesting,
Brings hope and cheer as deaths are flooding.
The squirrel follows a regulated life,
And teaches us, our intent's slacking.
Our world is ravaged by a dying strife,
As fewer abide with distance and masking!
About the Author
Aparna has been a physics teacher in various Air Force Stations and Private schools in civilian areas, whenever stationed at a place. She has written articles and poems in Air Force magazines and regional publications.
She is now focusing on methods to make the environment green and safe. Her motto is to keep learning from young and old alike, there being no end date to learning.