Sunday, April 3, 2016

Day 3 National Poetry Month 2016: Country Living

Country Living
When I moved
to this country home
I knew I did
just the right thing.

Yes, I miss the power lines,
the ability to skitter
from tree to tree
along city streets.

Yes, I miss my cousins
who nested in the trees
near my old home
and would stop by to visit.

But it was noisy there
in the city,
and the cars
were too frequent.  

When I arrived 
at my country home
I knew this would be
the place I'd live forever.

Yes, I have to watch for the dog 
that races out of the house
from time to time
wanting to play chase.

Yes, I have to watch for the coyote
who saunters through the fields
every now and then
looking for his next meal.  

But, there are no squirrels
that live nearby,
when oak drops her acorns
they are all mine.

Cars are rarely seen 
near my new home,
and the quiet is something
I have learned to love.

Today I found the best treasure:
stuffing for my new nest.
It's fluffy white
like the clouds in the sky.

When I moved
to this country home
I knew I did
just the right thing.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2016

The Idea
Ha!  Today's poem came walking up to my patio - literally.  

We moved into our country home over twenty years ago.  One of the first things we noticed was that we didn't have any squirrels.  It was strange.  We had trees.  We had food, but we didn't have squirrels.  We had moved to our country home from the city where squirrels were abundant.  They'd race from tree to tree, across power lines, and into the roads a drop of a nut.  

Last year we noticed our first squirrel.  It was a red tailed squirrel who seemed to own our back acreage.  This spring we've noticed a gray squirrel.  Hmmm.  Yesterday morning as I wrote my poem I looked out on the patio to see the gray squirrel grabbing the stuffing from one of our patio chair pillows.  I had been blaming the birds, but it was the thief of a squirrel who was doing it.  

It's National Poetry Month!  I will be joining others across the blogosphere to attempt to write a poem every day during the month of April.  You'll find other great poetry stops in my sidebar.  


  1. The squirrel, as you've imagined, must be in heaven, all the acorns in the world for one, now two. I put a quilt out in the summer on my porch and those "darn" squirrels keep stealing the batting. I don't like it, but as you wrote, they must think it's wonderful. Love the voice, Cathy.

  2. It was fun feeling my brain flip when I realized the squirrel was speaking and not you! Great voice!!

  3. Like Mary Lee, at first I thought it was you talking about moving to a country home, and then I realized it was the squirrel. I love his/her voice- as sole proprietor of the acorns! I'm surprised, though, that he/she steals the batting from your pillow. I have never heard of that. And I wonder why you wouldn't have squirrels out in the country. It seems like there should be lots!

  4. Loved the poem and the picture is awesome!!!! I bet it has a deluxe apartment somewhere close to your house!!!! I never thought about the fact that we never saw squirrels out there..

  5. This is stinkin' adorable! I love that little poet squirrel who is happy that those acorns are "all mine." Squirrel poet indeed...Daniel should have met him in that book! xx

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