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Gabriella Brand


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After a month away, the house untouched,
we turn the key in the lock and flip on the light
to find baby squirrels barreling across the wood floors,
tackling the curtains, scrambling through the heating vents.
 
We count twelve altogether,
a furry football squad making tiny touchdowns on the sofa.

We stand amazed, listening to the squealing scurry
high-pitched like piccolos, a half-time marching band of rodents.
Then with tender traps and peanut butter,
the shooing of a broom,
we drive the little linebackers out into the autumn woods
and declare we’ve won the game.


© by Gabriella Brand.
Used with the author's permission.

 



Gabriella Brand is a language teacher, a writer, and an adventurer. She has done several long distance treks in Europe and Asia. Gabriella divides her time between Connecticut and Quebec, where she teaches French to refugees and paddles her own canoe. Learn more about her at https://gabriellabrand.net/.

 


 


Post New Comment:
michael escoubas:
You find more humor in this than I would! Delightful poem, love how you employ comparison in your writing.
Posted 04/28/2019 08:22 AM
Lori Levy:
Like the humor in this poem!
Posted 04/26/2019 08:13 PM
joecot:
Nice tackle!
Posted 04/26/2019 02:20 PM
BAMars:
This poem was so much fun to read both due to the language and the imagery. I am almost jealous of not having witnessed this game, but almost feel I have.
Posted 04/26/2019 10:36 AM
wordartdjc:
AN UNUSUAL POEM AND AN ABSOLUTE PICTURE OF WHAT OCCURRED. I LOVED IT.
Posted 04/26/2019 09:11 AM


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