I hoped to catch a glimpse of you bright eyed and bushy tailed I scanned each tree in earnest but all to no avail Through closed eyes and wound back time there you are so clearly Bouncing through the autumn leaves I loved to watch you dearly My Dad would say how lucky We were to have you near Fewer of you year on year Since grey ones did appear If I could see you one more time I’d know it’s not too late To unpick all the damage done Plot course to a new fate But the trees stand still and stoic Amidst the chatter of the birds Reality unheroic I lay down the need to be heard When all control's surrendered You dance across my path In all your fiery glory It’s then that I start to laugh A bubbling in my belly That spills upwards in delight The Universe reminding me Let go, it will be alright
I used to see a lot of red squirrels when I was a child but I hadn’t seen a single one as an adult. On a recent trip to the Lake District I was determined to spot one (having failed to do so on our last trip to the Lakes). Again no luck, until I finally gave up looking and a bright red squirrel bounced across the path right in front of me. My jaw dropped so low I looked like a fish out of water. The Universe has a wicked sense of humour.