THE JOY OF SCAMPER

Suddenly startling, yet continuousFor you with the joy of scamper,You skitter through underbrushDamp with February.To me you are lift in a lick of lightTravelling the trunk of an oak,A denser shadow, furred furrow.Tree knows your transient tickle,Stays focused beyond your claw clicksOn her slow hiddenFostering of foliage,The suckling of Spring.