My blog of poems and art, for the poems want to live and the art wants to be seen.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
My Name is Fire
My name is Fire,
but I have fur
and a feisty temperment.
In the northern forest
I make my home
I scamper about on branches and scold
flicking my tail
of rusty red,
who am I
and what have I said?
1 comments:
Hi Kathie
This is a really nice poem I enjoyed the photo and I think you have created a great metaphor for the squirrel, it really suits their combative nature.
Regards
Guy
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