Rogue And Privateer
The Squirrel, a corsair,
rides the wind black arm
of a pressing sea,
Tribal hostilities finished,
she slinks into port.
Traveling lightly across open ground,
a squirrel upends a brigand sapling.
Grappling the ragged ends of a thicket
with riggings shredded by heavy wind and storm,
the arboreal sloop ascends to the highest mast;
a bush re-taken, the Crow's, Nest reconnointered.
Paul Cameron Brown
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