The Last Resort
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza unless I’m in bed with the influenza. -Quintus Ennius
Four flat tires
and the lights went out
The body simmered and stewed
but was still cold
There was no easy breathing
or ‘life is but a dream’
A squirrel in the tree outside my window
showed me all the things I couldn’t do
______Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
November 5th, 2022 10:47 am
Oh that squirrel!! Wishes for a quick recovery!
November 5th, 2022 11:23 am
I love this!
Sorry you’re down with the flu, but nothing like an industrious squirrel to make us feel lazy.
November 5th, 2022 11:35 am
Squirrels …. what do they know anyway? Pay him no mind, after all he is chomping on a nut. Wishing you a very ‘speedy’ recovery, Colleen.
November 5th, 2022 9:33 pm
Love this poem!
The squirrel is wishing you well, asking you out to play. 🙂
November 5th, 2022 9:56 pm
It hasn’t hampered your word-smithing, however. And I bet the squirrel can’t do that!
November 5th, 2022 10:04 pm
It’s how I knew I was starting to get better. The day before this, I was useless.
November 7th, 2022 4:14 pm
Good of the squirrel to entertain you. I hope you’re feeling much better, Colleen.
November 7th, 2022 4:37 pm
Squirrels, birds, and humans who aren’t in constant pain seem to enjoy showing off, don’t they?
It’s been a couple of days since this poem, so I’m hoping that all is better now.
The quote made me giggle.
November 9th, 2022 10:16 pm
Hope you are feeling better, Colleen.
November 13th, 2022 12:12 pm
I let my corgi be my guide when I was laid up with the stomach flu. He knows when to relax and when to move.