Just Off The Path

It was just off the path,
the daily track I walk,
where I heard emanate a squawk.
Well, it had qualities of a yelp,
rather, and I turned to see who needed help,
as avians often do.
But this bird had four and not two
and those eyes met my own,
surrounded naught by what flying has shown
to be desired, and shouted sorrow true.
He glanced away quickly,
turning towards the ground where,
vertical and taunting dear gravity,
he resumed his cries there.
Only I find it likely that
she was not a male
and, having misplaced the young beside my trail,
had need find them, those or it, stat.
So sadly I walked away,
though I shed not a tear today,
and merely recount what I heard, saw,
and speculated upon, just off the path.

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Wonderfully done! I love the picture too...that squirrel is adorable.