like a white cloud
at the breath of dawn
through the inner city trees.
Like a white cloud,
he brushes the dew
through the inner city trees
flickering in the light and shade.
He brushes the dew,
foxgrapes crisscross a rock wall
flickering in the light and shade,
only the shriek of a blue jay.
The ghost of autumn appearing
at the breath of dawn
amazes the sightseer--
a whimsical creature scampers.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Brevard, North Carolina is a sanctuary for the white squirrels and they are protected by city ordiance. Two squirrels escaped from a circus years ago and these whimsical creatures occupy the inner city trees today.
10 comments:
How intriguing! I did not know there ever WERE white squirrels. Your poem about them is wonderful!
That's a lovely ode to the white squirrel. It's so cute. Thank you for sharing your poem.
Awesome poem Brenda. I don't think I've ever seen a white squirrel. Take care.
Cute as can be and such a great poem. Happy Autumn to you.
I've never seen a White Squirrel --but have seen photos of them... They are SO much prettier than our old brown ones....
Maybe, since they are so pretty, they aren't as much of a nuisance as ours... ha ha
Have a great month/Fall.
Hugs,
Betsy
How neat to see these unique creatures! I love your poem about them too. Lovely images!.
How interesting!! I didn't know about white squirrels either. I just saw a red squirrel in my yard a few minutes ago ~ the pecans will soon be ready :)
I have heard of red,gray and black squirrels, but never white squirrels. Very pretty!
Wow~ that is amazing, Brenda!! And the poem is wonderful. ((HUGS))
I have heard for years about the white squirrels in Brevard, but have yet to see them. Maybe I'll drive up there sometime and check them out. Love the photo and the poem.
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