The Squirrel On The Flying Trapeze Poem by Bryan Taplits

She leapt across her boundaries
From branch to porch
dazzling she flew,
This wonder in nature's sight-
Who took this flight-
beyond my ken-but not beyond my view.
Scuttling across the porch now
Sniffing for nuts and
food to chew,
I saw it-
she let it rip-
She leaped from the porch to the banister
Then hied up to the apartment's roof-
It's true!
It was an amazing feat of acrobatics
That will live long in my mind,
I never saw the likes of it
Nor any similarity-of any kind.

The circus acrobat to her
will have to take 2nd place,
To this feral creature of nature
Effortlessly bounding
in agile grace.
And it never had to practice-
And with no flesh
nor bone to waste,
As far as I'm the judge-
Till Hade's tinder burns-
She has won the race.

Her Spring-time prestidigitation
shall last in my memory
Likely, till the highest steeple-bell rings,
Or, I suppose-
as the following year's
river flows-
At least until next Spring.