Here is a collection of poems - about Grey Squirrels.Monies from each ebook sold will be donated to Shropshire Wildlife Trust.Includes poems from commissioned David Calcutt, Keith Chandler, Andrew Fusek Peters, Nadia Kingsley, Liz Lefroy, and Emma Purshouse.Plus poems Richard Archer, Tim Gardiner, Linda Goulden, John Handley, Jan Harris, Steve Harris, Steve Harrison, Charlie Jordan, Gerald Kells, Peter Knaggs, Patricia Leighton, Nina Lewis, Ruth Lowe, Eric Nicholson, Deborah Wargate, Peter Wyton, and Gordon Yapp.A Sample grey squirrel that has no ears Nadia KingsleyI have one in the I first saw Jeff he was being chased - around the Aspen -and, rooting for the undersquirrel, I soon became attached.I smile when I catch sight of him.This winter, for example, his fur is glossy, stretched as it is - overwell-filled tummy, his tail so fluffy. It looks like he is doing well.I can’t know how he lost his earsor whether he was born with them. And whether his constant showof white - as if ears flattened, affects him in a social way.I read to understand him.Soon realise I know of kuks, muks and chit-chits or the soundof stifled sneeze, high up, in ball of leaves and twigs.I thought I was observant. But as I learnof tail flicks, and other behaviours, such as in mating,I suspect that Jeff might need a female name.
Here is a collection of poems - about Grey Squirrels.Monies from each ebook sold will be donated to Shropshire Wildlife Trust.Includes poems from commissioned David Calcutt, Keith Chandler, Andrew Fusek Peters, Nadia Kingsley, Liz Lefroy, and Emma Purshouse.Plus poems Richard Archer, Tim Gardiner, Linda Goulden, John Handley, Jan Harris, Steve Harris, Steve Harrison, Charlie Jordan, Gerald Kells, Peter Knaggs, Patricia Leighton, Nina Lewis, Ruth Lowe, Eric Nicholson, Deborah Wargate, Peter Wyton, and Gordon Yapp.A Sample grey squirrel that has no ears Nadia KingsleyI have one in the I first saw Jeff he was being chased - around the Aspen -and, rooting for the undersquirrel, I soon became attached.I smile when I catch sight of him.This winter, for example, his fur is glossy, stretched as it is - overwell-filled tummy, his tail so fluffy. It looks like he is doing well.I can’t know how he lost his earsor whether he was born with them. And whether his constant showof white - as if ears flattened, affects him in a social way.I read to understand him.Soon realise I know of kuks, muks and chit-chits or the soundof stifled sneeze, high up, in ball of leaves and twigs.I thought I was observant. But as I learnof tail flicks, and other behaviours, such as in mating,I suspect that Jeff might need a female name.