Squirrel and Man
Duane Anderson
You are in your natural habitat,
the tree,
and I am on mine,
the deck.
A Sunday afternoon in fall,
temperature, mid-seventies.
I hear you talking once again,
but as usual,
I do not understand.
Come on down from your tree
and join me for awhile.
We may not understand
each other’s spoken language,
but still, we can be friends.
Come, and see me smile.
the tree,
and I am on mine,
the deck.
A Sunday afternoon in fall,
temperature, mid-seventies.
I hear you talking once again,
but as usual,
I do not understand.
Come on down from your tree
and join me for awhile.
We may not understand
each other’s spoken language,
but still, we can be friends.
Come, and see me smile.
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Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of ‘On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk,’ ‘Conquer the Mountains,’ ‘Family Portraits,’ and ‘The Life of an Ordinary Man.’
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