Sunset with the British Red Squirrel, Lake Grasmere
The beautiful view as the sun sinks lower
Is a contrast of shapes, size and shades
A boat on the lake for the fisherman-rower
To float on the water, sun sinking, he wades.
We can but imagine a different time
With a picnic or busier bustle
But quiet and coolness, both restful, sublime
Raise much the same smile without moving a muscle!
Instead of the boat, let our minds wander free
To pick and choose lovebites that tickle
The fancy of all that we taste when we see
Is the movement of minds are so fickle!
Like waves on a lake, or like birds in the air
And the chirping of chaotic young
A muse is a scenery draped in a fair
Head of hair yet to sing and yet sung.
We play with our minds, with our thoughts, with our words
When relaxed and enjoying the view
With a flourish, a squirrel has really occurred
And reality grows where the dreams often grew.
Endangered, this red squirrel isn’t afraid;
It’s out for some animal fun!
It’s balanced, enjoying the thoughts it has weighed
And with them, the last rays of sun.