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This week’s prompt: Squirrel. Write the inner dialogue of a squirrel trying to find the nuts she buried for the winter.
The Kind Squirrelyhoo
Chick a lick
Wickle a doo!
Where are the nuts
nuts
nuts?
Chatter chatter hee haw
on the prime kazoo!
I will proudly continue,
to make a delightful hulaballoo!
Scribble scramble
down the bark, on the ground
waddle a hee!
Green stalks run amok!
How utterly blithersome!
Dig a lig,
scrape the soil to find the nuts!
Nothing but empty soil?
Silly beyond belief!
I am absolutely certain they were there.
In the frizz of the bizzy blow.
I must find them,
chatter, scramble, chatter,
but nothing but the foloumph of
green grass in cloppery clumps.
I see another squirrelyhoo,
hopping like a hooligan with a nut
nut
nut!
She always finds her nuts.
I look down, eyes large and sad.
She stops,
sets a knuckly nut at my paws,
dark brown top serrated with layered hexagonies,
smooth caramel brown like a sheet of parchment paper,
scampers off lickity splititty splof!
I swirlivel in surprise and my eyes spark.
Warmth fills and wallowith and glow!
I smile after the squirrelyhoo,
wondering how by giving away a nut
could give it so much more worth
than when it was first squirreldugged.
Gone Nuts
I know it’s here, it has to be. I put them all right here at the bottom of the big red … Oh, wait. Maybe it was that one. No, no, no it has to be this one; it has that annoying bird’s nest in the hollow riiiiiiiight there. Hmm … where did I put them? Maybe, maybe … ah-ha! Oh wait, nope, that’s a rock. OK, OK, I’ve got this. It was 12 hands down, not so bad they’d be super-frozen but just enough they’d have that frosty taste to them mmhmmmmm I love that. When they’re extra snappy and really crack when you bite into them, and when you can crack them in half and share them with another person possibly on a date like that one time with Jason when he shared his stash with me, *sigh* what a sweet guy, I wonder what he’s doing … No, think! You need to find these nuts right now! I really should have listened to Mom. Dang it. I’m not telling her that, though. Then she’ll be all like, “Mmhmmm, that’s what I said; this is why you need to listen to me just like you should have listened to me about choosing your winter home two times ago.” Like, um, OK, maybe I wanted to freeze, Mom, huh? Ever think about that? No! Because you don’t think of anyone but yourself and… oh, here they are… *crack.* Ohhh yeah, they’re just right. Nice. Good job, me.
Inside a Squirrel’s Head
“I know I put them here somewhere. Over here! No. Here! Nope. Oh, definitely over there! Aw nuts, not here. Why can’t I find them? I put them in the same place every year … at least I thought I did. Come on. Think. Focus. Fo-cus. Maybe I got my pine trees mixed up. Maybe I took a wrong turn. OK. Stay calm. Back to the big pine. OK. Left this time. Maybe I got that mixed up. OK, almost there … and … nothing.”