OK, HERE’S MY ENTRY

(The poetry group challenge)

Ebullience is the word for a squirrel.
He does not somnambulate.
In his tree-limbed, fence-posted world
He will fly with a flame-like grace.
No dog can travel as he can,
No bird out-fly his act.
When I’m next on a ledge or a precipice
At his antics I’ll take a crack.