Spring gives an impression the weather was changed
And it's really warm; I saw a squirrel climbs on a tree trunk.
Though it's an American squirrel that speaks the common language
Not like proud intelligent human beings.
I understand what the squirrel says
' My dear why you look so sad?
If you don't have a shelter we can share.'
Then I said, ' I am not alone my wife stays with me.'
'That doesn't make any difference and it's very strong
Not like your concrete blocks, a kind hearted bird left this roost for me
And flew away.
Home sweet home and it's only one others are houses isn't it? '
* I realized the mystery of being homeless; that's sadness.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-roost-on-a-maple-tree/
