Poem: The Flying Squirrel

The Flying Squirrel is crazy.
Though he has no feather (much less wings),
He scampers up into the tallest tree
And cries, " toot-toot! I'm a parachute!"
And away off the highest branches he springs
Into empty air, spreading every hair,
His arms and legs spread wide to the side,
Till he lands with a thump that's almost quiet..

Admire it child, but don't try it.


by John Gardner