I read a lovely poem today and thought I would share it on my blog.
It is called 'To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no' and was composed by the Irish poet, W.B.Yeats:
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
I always think that such gentle poems are best.
N.B.
Both pictures came from Wikimedia Commons
