I heard the “clank” with my spade in the ground
on the day the “squirrel” was found,
I was most intrigued by the sound
my pointed shovel made.
Interest piqued, quick as you please,
trowel in hand, down on my knees
underneath the poplar trees,
I toiled in the shade.
The soil around the steel was hard
as I kept digging in my yard,
and I wished I had a small petard
to blast this treasure free.
I almost gave up on my quest,
but I had vowed to do my best
and if you could do better, be my guest…
so alone I kept on digging.
I pushed and strained and dug and dug
unearthing caches of dead bugs,
and a couple hundred slimy slugs;
my back was sore and achy.
And finally the piece broke free,
underneath the poplar tree,
it was intact as far as I can see
mud-clotted and quite rusted.
It was a “squirrel” I busted back for,
it was a cast iron squirrel shaped nut cracker,
much muscle spent to set it free,
this squirrel was truly a nut cracker.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
For MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY Day 17 – Found Objects