Squirrelled Away - Monday Morning Poetry

"Where do squirrels sleep at night?" Do you know the answer?

Squirrelled Away

Sleeping furled up in your drey,
a save and sacred space,
waiting for the day, dreaming,
of friends that give you chase.

Little paintbrushed, jolly ranger,
a murmur in your eggshell belly,
drives you swirling out of bed,
twirling though the trees.

All the branches you make sway,
you are a spirit in the wood,
children point at you and y…