Black Squirrel

The black squirrel
standing out like an alien dark-laser light
seems delivered down a wormhole in space
squeezed into a silent part of the woods
where no one ever goes

A talisman of universal secrets
this creature no smoky shadow rushing by
but tufted pointed ears coal pit eyes
fixed on me in passing

The flip side
my primitive being leaps out
voodoo thoughts in minds-eye
A rooster throat slit dies ravens take sudden flight
A storm blackens sky the sun slips behind an eclipse
A thousand voices unified sing solemn dark-chorus

How strange the requiem rising from my psyche
a moment of eccentric synchronicity
As if two lines of cosmic energy had just crossed
in some decided way I had accidentally arrived
disturbing the pattern that formed out of the disorder
But here I stand connected by two lines
the first and second halves of my own life
still open to something more

It hides behind the gravestone
twitching with brooded intent
tail flicking out obsidian spells
paws curled around acorns
A malevolent imp omened sprite
messenger from the underworld.
Nature’s fashion show of glammed up evolution
I watch it running wild across the grass
And I have seen two in as many days.




Notes

what an amazing creature I have seen two since comeing to the USA. I had not seen them before. They really are like little magical creatures from the woods and yet I know they are merely an adaption. I was quite stunned when I first saw one almost looking in our window. I have been desperate to photo one since then.