Friday, September 5, 2008
The night squirrel is volant, which means it can glide.
On velvety flaps that hang from its side.
With spatulate tail it dodges the trees,
And lands with a thud that no one can see,
A propeller it needs to gain height, alas.
For skin flaps alone are not up to the task.
So shimmying trunks is all it can do,
To get elevation to volplane anew.