The squirrels living in the trees next to our compound
Have begun to venture into our house!
I have long wished for it..
But...
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Here in GB, the grey squirrels have outnumbered our native reds which is a great pity. The greys are regarded by many as vermin, whereas the reds are are valued.
In modern poetry, we see poets using objects as images to target something related to modern man's life, so if we see some squirrel like thing that is ready to drive us out of our abodes, i am tempted to interpret as some unwanted element around us...But... i must say, i haven't touched your deep structure dinesh ji, so one thing's clear, you write wittily!
nice poem sir...like it... The few over grown trees around our house Often wear a deserted look, I feel I am not bemused to think of a day coming soon That we shift our residence to one of them! ...a harmless approach..
Strange things happen these days.... Every thing is topsy turvey! The squirrels that have once occupied the trees have now deserted them and have begun to sneak into every nook and cranny of the house... They have multiplied into such larger numbers, that humans have to shift their residence to the trees.... Very funny!
A great poem, where I live in England there is many squirrels. I live across the road from a farm so we see them most days. A great write.
Squirrels are delightful to see and it looks nice when they play on tree branches. Also there are many problems attributed to them - they gnaw at wires, make holes in the walls and so on. My neighbor had a long losing bout with some squirrels who made home in his attic. There are reported cases where some towns lost power due to squirrels. Your poem is so beautifully rendered, Thank you.
Well... dear Poet, A kind of an innocent introduction, developed into a healthy permeation, saturated up to an exasperating penetration, and the poet, with his honest, but placid concern, feels like this might even drive the native (thoughts, feelings, existence...) to migrate into the unpleasant and miserable domains unwillingly though. The squirrels still climb high, but with stolen (to us humans) nuts to dine upon the sweet hard kernel. We have often winked at them, save a few like you who pay heed to every pulse of an underdeveloped community, feeble and fragile even after liberty and independence repeatedly tolled in history. Still feels like carefully traversing on the lands of interpretations immense.. God Bless. Regards.