little creatures chase in play across ice caked rocks,
climbing my trees to perch on barren limbs,
leafless limbs that reach into a cold winter sky
furry and furrier, these critters share in common
their scramble for food across snow laden earth.
but maybe more than just the hunt,
is their joy, their zest,
in what it takes to satisfy their needful wants.
however my reader, pay attention and make note
the significance of their quest:
in spirit and in being,
these creatures are free,
free to pursue this gleeful love for life.
~ paulette thibodeau-baker ~