Flying Squirrel-Poems.
Eyes on your back, watching over you.
..gently, watching over you.
It's propably a flying squirrel.
harmony, perfection. capture the essence of Flying Squirrel. In the Tree, what is this feeling;
I Love You, Squirrel.
noble creature, noble features
I hear the distant cry
of squirrel, in the night, flying
....hunting nut, tracking it down for days.
noble creature, noble features.
squirrel never sleeps, never rest for
The Keeper of the wood, in the night.
only the moon and its rays keep company to Flying Squirrel, the keeper of the forest.
oh, squirrel, give shelter to my love for you
If it surprises, will I say, I'll do it.
It came to me. Our eyes only met,
they told me the truth, and this is all I get?
the journey was short, but still like a dream,
oh Squirrel don't cry, it's not always what it seems
the passage to tears of heart, opened has.
but the sorrow will pass, as,
we never even met.
No place for quick love, when there is no time,
when the yearning steps in, it can't be a crime,
if I love you, oh Flying Squirrel, and long for your eyes
I could see it so clearly, your love was so gentle
"if yearning in your heart zicks,
the clock of faith ticks"
I'm always too late still
your love keeps me running
and I know that it's fate
that we'll be together
It's destiny, you and me, oh
you will see, squirrel, we will be,
I love you Squirrel...
though, what we had for a while, you thought it was fun.
you and me, love, it wasn't just physical,
to me you'll never be just another animal.
ferocious predator, misunderstood.
hunting nut in the woods.
a lone squirrel in the night
a silent crack
eyes on your back
to me, that's pretty goddamn near.
I can barely see it
still in my heart I know
it is squirrel.
I have just listened to this
thing which squirrel dashed off
in one day
and it had enough wild and crazy
joy to last
forever,
whatever forever
is
squirrel came as close as
possible to
that.
Creeping, Crawling from the dust
there
clatter a lonely skeleton
in the shadow of the forest,
a lonely skeleton rattles.
perhaps seeking for revenge?
the skeleton so lonely is,
has only a wish.
to clatter and rattle in the mist.
skeleton now falls
tired bones scattering all over
shed a tear for the lonely skeleton.