Squirrel
You don’t see me.
Mouth full of food.
Acorn. Or chestnut.
Round and round the mulberry bush
Or tree
Sycamore I think.
Non native – like you.
Bloody foreigners.
Been here years you plead.
Family all work.
Pay our taxes.
People don’t like our colour.
Looks fine to me.
Silver.
Sleek.
It’s the accent, cant shake that.
I only wanted to take a photo.
Come back.
Foreigner.
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Congratulations to Christopher Lough for winning December’s “Poem of the Month” Contest! It was a very difficult choice, but his intriguing piece “Squirrel” came out on top. A very big thank you to all who participated.
Here is a bit about Christopher:
Christopher Robert Lough is a Scottish writer, primarily writing poetry and non-fiction, who by day works in a call centre as a customer services representative. Currently calls Nottingham home, in a self-imposed reasonless exile.
He has an HND in Countryside Management which was a natural progression for furthering knowledge of animal behavior and the environment, as well as following his passion for all things ornithological.
Has been cursed with a zeal for travelling and has done time in Asia, Antipodea as well as Europe, which offer an endless well of characters, smells, sights and sounds to draw (or write) from.