Modern Poetry of Squirrel 1
Your figure is shining in the thick green,
Fluffy hair,
Spirit like fire,
Soft limbs hold huge nuts,
Slightly upturned corners of the mouth set off provocative eyes.
I want to give you another nut,
But you bit my finger carefully.
Modern poems describing squirrels II.
squirrel
Put each pine cone
Put it in the tree hole.
Collect a winter
once in a while
pinecone
fall into the sea
Will be desperate.
Get it back.
Even glaciers
Why be afraid of risks?
fashionable
There will be tomorrow.
Modern poems describing squirrels 3
I don't know why.
I didn't be a squirrel in the forest.
In spring, it lies on a branch and dreams of the moon.
The night sky is full.
Dark and deep eyes filled the universe.
The squirrel said, "If I were human, too.
In order to build the house before winter comes, I will work all day. "
But this is just a small and dull creature.
Mother Nature said that she had a small wish and wanted many pine nuts.
Don't worry, you will always be satisfied.
But what is human desire?
If it weren't for tree holes, water and daily food
I pray for what I don't have.
Those that don't automatically grow from the branches of life
So until today, I'm still looking for it empty-handed.
Modern poems describing squirrels 4
There are many squirrels in Iowa City.
They are not afraid of people.
In a place where animals are afraid of humans.
People must also be full of fear.
They always have big tails up.
Jump on the branch
Foraging in the grass
Even ignore the traffic lights and cross the road.
Bathed in the bright afternoon sunshine.
I sit on the grass on campus and read a book.
A squirrel came running and opened it.
Shiny black eyes, looking at me suspiciously.
And ran away quickly.
Is it scared because I'm from China?
Squirrel wronged me! I'm not a man who eats everything.
I can be your good friend.
I can grow branches.
Even make pine cones for you.
Modern poems about squirrels 5
She's standing
In the embers of winter
Catch squirrels with their forepaws
Wave a hand
The squirrel didn't ask her
Wave a hand
It jumps in the projection of everything.
The furry tail suddenly opened and closed.
a short while
disappear
Except pine nuts scattered along the road
It seems that I have never been here before.
She closed her eyes.
Open again
Even the pine nuts are gone
She closed her eyes.
turned to leave
Pretend you've never been here.
Modern poems about squirrels 6
When you dream that you are a squirrel,
In that big forest,
Late at night,
Have you ever heard that howl,
Howl when you see your leg broken!
Are you scared?
Have you ever heard a click,
That's your natural enemy gnawing at the bone,
What's in its mouth is not dead,
You can still hear it struggling,
The next one to be chewed,
It could be you!
This sound will seep into your dreams at night,
How can you have a sweet dream for the coming year?
There will be no tomorrow for you at any time!
You're in a tree,
Dare not sleep to death for a moment,
Always pay attention to unusual sounds,
You'll worry,
When you open your eyes, you will see a big mouth.
Your body is always ready to beat for your life or fight.
Every night is so long,
Until the light of the sky shines on your eyelids,
You think, thank god you lived one more night,
For another day you won,
On this day, you should jump and scream as much as you like.
Stuff all the food you can find into your mouth,
But the night soon came again,
You don't even have time to find a friend,
You'll think you're full!
But you can't live,
You're afraid of life,
But fear of death,
You don't know why you live like this every day
Oh, you see,
This is a squirrel.
Modern poems about squirrels 7
I was walking towards Shuiximen in the street that day.
I'm going for a walk by the river with my father.
Suddenly I found a squirrel jumping up and down in an iron cage.
That dark gray hair is what it wears.
That long and wide tail is constantly shaking.
It is exactly like a good bird that can fly and has the technology to soar in the air.
It does all its kung fu in its little iron house,
It broke through up and down, back and forth, left and right, so resolutely,
Its alert eyes, body and soul are all concentrated in one place:
It is determined to leave this terrible iron house.
This house, the wires that make up this house, firmly binds it,
Only a small space surrounded by iron wire can make its body move a few steps.
A dining table with his favorite food was prepared for him in the cage.
People take good care of it every day.
Its house is cleaned every day without a trace of dust.
Food and water are replenished at any time, so you don't have to worry about eating and drinking at all.
But it is dismissive of all this preparation.
Its alert eyes don't care about any movement outside the cage.
It's in an iron cage for a moment,
It seems to be numb to everything,
Trying to escape through the barbed wire gap in the cage.
This barbed wire is the only obstacle in its heart.
It only knows that only by leaving it can it get rid of terror.
Always so patient and energetic.
It jumps and soars, and its heart doesn't know what sadness is.
It only knows the southeast and northwest, ups and downs and conflicts,
On the verge of falling, it caught a foothold in the middle.
It stopped, so accurately, so timely, so quickly,
But in an instant, it jumped away and jumped to the bottom of the cage.
From there, he immediately jumped up and continued to repeat the same action.
Alas, poor squirrel, it is so helpless!
But its owner enjoys it and will never let it out.
I know who he bought the toy from.
I wonder how the hunter who caught it caught it.
It is so clever, but it can't escape the cunning and evil of people.
It used to jump and cheer with its partners in the Woods.
But I may never feel that way again.
I pray for God's blessing, and I pray for God's blessing on squirrels.
May god return it to its Woods and valleys with divine power!