Stuck in your tree【POETRY】

Stuck in your tree

I was trying to sneak you a gift
Through your window.
But I quickly realized my mistake,
Looking back at the old limbs that carried me.

How do squirrels make so graceful a show,
Using lichen to wipe their barely sweat-covered paws?
Yet I slipped and nearly lost my grip
On the roughest bark around!

I can hear their chits and chats as they laugh
At me, the big squirrel, tangled like half-cooked spaghetti.
I wish they would teach me.
But I don’t think our hardware’s compatible.

There are two in particular I am looking at;
Sitting on the same spur,
Their blanket tails entwined
And I think I do learn something!

But not about climbing trees. No,
The next little scoot I took
Sent me falling, falling, further falling.
It wasn’t really that far.

Heck, you must’ve been watching
Since you came out running,
Your soothing presence now looming above me.
And I remember the lesson of the squirrels.

I look up at your eyes as your light darkens the skies,
Extend my hand to skim your fingers.
To my relief your answer was brief
And together our hearts ever will linger.