Cecil the Squirrel Flies South for Winter

The first in a series about a squirrel called Cecil. He finds his life in the woods boring and the same day today. This is until a chance encounter sets him on a journey beyond anything he imagined.

Cecil the Squirrel Flies South for Winter

Cecil’s a squirrel who lives in the woods,

He spends his days dreaming of wants and woulds.

He’s bored of the forest, he wants to be free,

Free of his life in his house in his tree.

 

He’s bored of leaves and he’s bored of nuts,

He wants to just leave, and he would but for buts.

But this, but that, but something or other,

This but, that but, and then but another.

 

He found his life dull, the same day to day,

He wants to just leave, with a reason he may.

He needs a reason, he needs it to rush,

And rush did the reason, and land in a bush.

 

It fell from the sky, it fell out a cloud.

Got stuck in a bush, then shouted out load,

“Quack! Someone help me! Help me get out!”

“I’ll help,” said Cecil, “without a doubt.”

 

He ran to the bush, to help out the reason,

And tried to be quick, so he might please him.

For Cecil was thinking, this reason might be,

The adventure he needed, to leave his tree.

 

“Quick, help me out! It’s not comfy in here.”

“Quick!” said the voice, “Help me get clear.”

So he tugged and he pulled, to get the voice free,

And the more that he pulled, the more he could see.

 

First came a head, green with a beak,

Next came the neck, long thin and sleek.

Which went to the body, which had on two wings.

And also two feet, it was a strange thing.

 

“What are you?” Said Cecil, and continued to look,

As he helped out the voice, who answered “A duck.”

And with that he turned, to be an his way,

With no word it seemed, to Cecil’s dismay.

 

“Wait!” Cried Cecil, “Please won’t you stay?

I would like to ask you, some things if I may?

Where are you going? Where have you been?

What is your name? What things have you seen?”

 

The Duck had no time, for all Cecil asked,

So thought for a while, then said at last,

“I’m far too busy, I’ve things to get done,

So pick just one question, I’ll answer just one.”

 

Cecil thought for a while, which one he would ask,

And the Duck looked impatient, so Cecil thought fast.

“I’ve decided to ask, where are you going?

That of all things, I want to be knowing.”

 

So the Duck brushed off leaves and pulled out a splinter,

Then replied to Cecil, “To fly South for winter.”

There in this answer, Cecil did find,

The reason he needed, to leave things behind.

 

No more boring nuts, no more boring trees,

No more boring plants and squirrels and leaves.

So he said to the Duck, “Can I fly South too?”

For it seemed to Cecil, a fun thing to do.

 

At this the Duck laughed, and quacked quite a lot.

And said “South with me? Of course you cannot!

You ridiculous squirrel, only birds fly South!”

These were the words from the cruel ducks mouth.

 

The Duck was so mean, he made Cecil upset,

So to feel a bit better, he came up with this bet.

“I’m not near as silly, as you think I’m sure,

You didn’t think so, when I helped you before.”

 

“I’m so sure in fact, that though I’ve not been there

“I’ll have you a race, to fly South winter.”

The Duck was still laughing, when he did reply,

It seemed  that he thought, this would be goodbye.

 

“Fine silly squirrel, we can have your race,

Though clearly it’s me, who’ll come in first place.”

With that he left, saying no more,

Left Cecil alone, in the woods on the floor.

 

He thought of his life, up in the trees,

He thought of squirrels and nuts and leaves.

He paused just a moment, farewells on his mind,

Then ran after the Duck, already behind.

 

 

Author's Note

Any opinion's greatly appreciated.