Jester by Liza Goldberg

Squirrel
pounces on branch
laden with powdered
sugar snow, sending
tiny flakes twirling
with the wind.
Twitch
twitch twitch.
Crack a nut.
Crunch crunch
He leaps
to warted tree trunk,
scurries a
zigzagging salsa
to frosted ground.
Bowed branch flings
back to proper position,
like a guitar string plucked,
toppling heap of
snow on
unsuspecting