Tuesday, March 22, 2005
To a squirrel
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
William Butler Yeats
And this... ¶ 1:37 pm
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
William Butler Yeats
And this... ¶ 1:37 pm
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Lovely photo Jean. Several of his (her?) cousins live in the communal gardens of my block of flats here in Balham. Yes, I know they're supposed to be vermin etc etc - but I think they're gorgeous ...
# posted by 
: 5:58 pm
: 5:58 pm
Great photo. And lovely poem I had never read.
Thanks for your kind comments on my blog.
Thanks for your kind comments on my blog.
# posted by : 10:07 am
: 10:07 am
At our old house, some baby squirrels fell out of a tree once... and even they were scared to death of us! The poem reminded me of that.
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