Snap shot: bushy tail, red fur
floating between branches.
Limbs outstretched, eyes fixed on its destination.
Real time gives a delicate touch down, then a quick scurry up the trunk.
Not here. Not here.
Danger passes, a flip in stance
and on the go again.
Another leap – this time a blunder. Almost.
Instinct twists its body, course correction,
advanced calculations performed in a glimpse of a second.
and a pawful of berries as the reward.
This poem is part of a project I’m doing to raise money for the RSPB, a UK wildlife conservation and protection charity. Being autistic, nature is often my only place of solace, and I want to do all I can to protect it. As I’m not very comfortable around other people, most of the standard ways of helping out (volunteering, sport-style fundraisers etc) were not a good fit for me, so I came up with #52weeksofnaturepoetry, where I have to post a nature poem here on this blog each week for an entire year without fail.
If you’d like to help, please share this poem to encourage others to take joy in nature, and if you have the time and means to donate, you can do so here. Let’s help keep our wildlife wild!
(This one might be a bit shorter than normal — my laptop broke a few days ago, so I had to borrow my partner’s, which doesn’t have my drafts on it, thus I didn’t have as much time for polishing.)