Say Hey! What’s the news?
asked the blue jay of the squirrel
Why! There’s not much I can say!
My almanac got shredded for a bed!
But the acorn’s finally off the oak!
As for the sun: it’s up when I awake
and I’m asleep before the moonlight
Do tell! What’s new with you?
Say Hay! Shrieked the blue jay
Met an old crow down in the corn
Said the barometer’s in a tailspin!
Gonna be an early winter for sure
The eagle’s talon is already sharp!
Best keep your furry tail from sight!
And keep your nuts out of the rain!
Say Ha! And with that flew away
So the little squirrel withdrew
down into the hollow of his tree
Cushioned by what he didn’t know
and comforted by the white noise
of the wind the rain & the snow
which all others creatures feared
but which to him were as family
Say Hey! What’s new with you?
“The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man,
it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure & prevail.”