Thirst

    A poem I wrote a few weeks ago, inspired by a squirrel on my front porch. :)

Thirst

I crave a drop of life
to drink and feel alive.
O’ sweet little squirrel
sashay your tail my way.
Bat your lovely brown eyes
at vicarious me.


I crave a drop of life
to drink and feel alive.
You, tall, dark and handsome,
give a bright glance my way
though you don’t belong to
li’l’ vicarious me.


I crave a drop of life
to drink and feel alive.
Baby, smile so sweetly,
sound a soft laugh my way.
Let me feel endless hope.
O’ vicarious me!