Mamta Agarwal - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A squirrel squeals...! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

On a hot noon <br />In mid June, <br />A squirrel <br />Races down a black <br />Iron pipe <br />Wagging her tail, <br /> <br />Full of energy <br />Squeaks <br />In delight, <br />Her ears alert <br />Nodding her <br />Head from side to side. <br /> <br />I watch <br />From my window <br />Lying on a soft bed, <br />In an air conditioned room <br />Feeling frail, <br />Just as power fluctuates... <br /> <br />Has God equipped <br />These creatures to adapt, <br />Or we have over taxed <br />Our thermostat… <br />and our adaptability <br />lies dormant...<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-squirrel-squeals/