Awaking Interrupted Poem by Thomas Plotz

They were snuggled up in a maple tree,
Laying between the level branch vee;
Like being in a homemade hammock.

There, their tail hung, as eyelids fluttered,
And began to shut their eyes, with an afternoon nap.
You could almost hear the squirrel snore.

I too took up this charge
Changing into sleeping gear,
To obtain maximum comfort.

An hour or two nap will zap the blah'z away
Better than an energy drink I think.

When I woke, the squirrel too departed,
To forage, for food once more…

T. Plotz
Awaking Interrupted
5 July 2020