Time for a Squirrel Poem

I was watching this squirrel grooming itself the other day. It sat in its tree in a pool of sunshine for about half an hour, brushing and fluffing. I made me remember the poem below about how well suited each thing is to its life. Click the photos to enlarge.

 

 “The Mountain and the Squirrel” by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Mountain and the Squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter
“Little prig.”
Bun replied,
“You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I’m not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I’ll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track.
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.”