576. 13/7/16 (#568)
They scurry across a slender branch,
Dripping under their weight,
But only for a second,
For they are nimble,
And soon another branch stages their chase.
Their claws scratch at bark,
Frantic as they descend to the bank,
Muffled by the earth as two grey tails
disappear into the undergrowth,
And all that remains:
The simmering summer breeze.