a squirrel licks
water turned into ice
one winter day
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Tag Archives: squirrel
Banner Mountain Girl # 62 — haiku
little gray squirrel
on limb of mossy oak tree–
foggy winter morn
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Banner Mountain Girl # 59 “Autumn Preparation”
Autumn Preparation
Autumn skies are dripping gray,
the leaves are bleeding brown,
green-hulled black walnuts are dropping
like heaps of hail hammering down.
Red squirrels are packing nuts
for winter days ahead.
As for me, I just turned up
the thermostat to my waterbed.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Fine Fur and Feathered Friends
Fine fur and feathered friends
in my backyard today.
Their chatter never ends.
They come to eat and stay
until the seeds are thin,
then run or fly away.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Autumn Preparation
Autumn Preparation
Autumn skies are dripping gray.
The leaves are bleeding brown.
Green-hulled black walnuts are dropping
like heaps of hail hammering down.
Red squirrels are packing nuts
for winter days ahead.
As for me, I just turned up
the thermostat to my waterbed.
©2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
Wintertime
gathering acorns
on the first frosty morning
winter’s on the way
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Haiku 2-28-15
small woodland creature
on a new-fallen snow day
finds hickory nut
© 2015, Freeda Baker Nichols
A Little Rhyme Time Fun
High in a hickory tree
this little squirrel hides from me.
With a “hickor nut” in his paws,
he sits there and gnaws and gnaws.
All of a sudden! Lickety-split!
I thought for sure, he’d had a fit!
He jumped onto another limb
and hid so well I couldn’t see him.
And then I saw he was hid like a thief
in the fork of the limbs behind a leaf.
Can you find this squirrel of gray
before he jumps and runs away?
Autumn Preparation
Autumn Preparation
Autumn skies are dripping gray.
The leaves are bleeding brown.
Green-hulled black walnuts are dropping
like heaps of hail hammering down.
Red squirrels are packing nuts
for winter days ahead.
As for me, I just turned up
the thermostat to my waterbed.
©2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
Squirrel’s Bed
Where does the squirrel sleep
on coldest nights
away from lights?
In bed of leaves and fur,
he snuggles there to keep
so warm and snug
as a wool rug,
soft as a kitten’s purr.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
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