Me and the SquirrelA Poem by AnsalMy fluttering thoughts on a warm weekend afternoon.As I look out the window, Amidst the dimly lit huddle, of the rustling leaves; The afternoon sun incandescing tepidly, I can spot the silhouette of - the squirrel, positioned, on a blasé tree branch. I wonder, what it could be that it's brooding over - Life, just like me? Right now, as I sway in my chair, And the squirrel, capers from one branch to the next, we seem to be living through the same moment; with the same arduous zeal. Meanwhile, the afternoon Sun keeps fudgeling; unstirred by what-so-ever betides! I recalculate my decisions, actions and replay
scenarios in my head, So seemingly does the squirrel, rethinking its decision - to hide, the stealthily gathered nuts. The ground sports lush green grass, thinks the
squirrel; And so do I! But, by dint of some preposterous hunch, it decides, against concealing it there. I wonder why! Maybe, life is as complicated for it as it is for me? Or do we both over-complicate it? Later, as the squirrel stealths its way to the nut, even without any potential prey or competitor around, and I re-enact the ways things could have been (only
in my head), We both are doing the unnecessary. Maybe, we are preparing ourselves for what is yet to
come! I leave the potential conclusions to the reader. © 2023 AnsalAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on May 16, 2023 Last Updated on May 17, 2023 AuthorAnsalSilchar, Assam, IndiaAboutAnsal, the person in question is a vivid day-dreamer with a fertile imagination that often leads to flights of fancy. He poses as a thinker who isn't afraid to go against established social norms, a q.. more..Writing
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