Tree-o-graphy

Lush green meadowsThey admireOf thatThey do not tireEverything is valuedWhen in another placeI wonderIf it is that spaceTheir own gardensWitherI got chopped downJust like anotherBirds and squirrelsOf fruits and shadeIt’s all goneI got laid

Walks, talks and thoughts from Mr. Squirrel and me

As I strolled the other day, it started to drizzle. Water and me have a strange love-hate relationship. Sometimes I like it, at other times I don’t. A lot of mixed scents grappled my nose. I, of course did not know which one I should follow. A light drizzle and I saw my good friend … Continue reading Walks, talks and thoughts from Mr. Squirrel and me