I am above, you are below,
I fly, I cannot fail;
And you, the mankind, do you know,
What is my bushy tail?
You follow with your eyes my way;
The squirrel squeals not loud,
And in the winter I am grey,
My tail – it is the cloud.
But from the winter in the spring
I fly, I shine, I shun
The darkness with my only wing:
My tail – it is the sun.
The squirrel
© Copyright: Владимир Микушевич, 2013
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Very... bright and so squirrel-ly?)
And sunny of course)
Юна Юна 25.06.2013 22:07 • Заявить о нарушении
And sunny of course)
Юна Юна 25.06.2013 22:07 • Заявить о нарушении