I’m a squirrel, I’m always on the run,
I rush, I dash, I never seem to stop.
You see I am scared, I’m terrified.
I’m such a nervous wreck. My body
shakes, my heart is in my mouth.
My eyes are everywhere, my ears will
listen for a sound, a noise, a giveaway;
a broken twig, so I can dash, and run,
to find a place, where I can secrete,
conceal, or hide, I’m even known to
hibernate. I lead a very jumpy life,
yes I’m timid, full of fear,
and yes you would say I’m shy.
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shy-9/
