Perri Page #3
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- 1957
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Perri comes at last
upon her nesting tree
and finds catastrophe.
Mother, sister, brothers, all are gone.
Not one is left, not one.
And now it's Perri's turn
to look upon the face of death.
(RAVEN CAWING)
(SQUEALING)
(MARTEN GROWLING)
Perri dashes for the brook.
The ruse succeeds,
for here's a barrier
She hates the water
and never swims except in direst need.
And so Perri's safe again,
but not for long.
(GROWLING)
He senses that his prey cannot escape.
(CHATTERING)
But now Perri hears
a voice much like her own
and very near.
This is Porro.
He's noisy, brave and brash,
(PORRO CHATTERING)
He considers this
his sovereign domain,
and he's out to rout this pesky cat.
(GROWLING)
Lead the foe a merry chase,
lure him up a skimpy tree,
then shout insults in his face.
(CHATTERING)
This is Porro's strategy for wildcats,
(CHATTERING)
(SNARLING)
(SQUEALING)
In the center of Porro's private estate,
there is an ancient log.
It's called a midden.
Here, many generations of squirrels
and hidden from their enemies.
The litter of shells and husks
around the log form the midden waste,
and this in turn becomes
a perfect place for hiding food supplies.
Nearby is Porro's private drinking pool,
and bathing in this water source
is frowned upon, of course.
(CHATTERING)
Being very young,
Porro has only recently claimed
this territory as his own,
and so he spends much of his time
collecting raw materials
of bark and grass
His house is nearly finished, though.
Just has to hang the door.
The walls are firm. The roof is strong.
In fact, the only weakness is the floor.
(SQUEALS)
(SQUEALING)
for a less determined squirrel,
but Porro sets to work at once
to mend his oversight.
It takes some time for Perri
to lose her lethargy of fear,
but with the danger gone, she's aware
that now she, too, is on her own.
Obedient to a natural law,
she will not intrude
upon the realm of Porro.
For the present, she will live alone.
Not far away, Perri comes
upon the ruin of a giant tree.
Although the penthouse here
is occupied,
down below and on the other side,
and by the law of Wildwood Heart,
she claims it for her own.
One look around
and Perri's off in search of food.
To the spotted skunk
who has the basement flat,
this isn't good.
It's always been a quiet neighborhood.
To be honest,
Perri is not the ideal neighbor.
Once she starts to chatter,
there's just no way to stop her,
and worse than that,
she's a chronic cone-dropper.
(SQUEALS)
Within the marten's brain,
Still, she feels the need
to overpass this brook,
and now she finds the means.
(CHIRPS)
Perri's fate rides on the fickle current,
but in the end,
the marten meets complete defeat.
(SNARLING)
(CHATTERING)
(CHIRPING)
And so Perri finds security at last,
and perhaps in some vague way,
she already senses
that her destiny is fast entwined
with her neighbor
in the nearby tree, Porro,
with this vast unruly mess
of moss and grass he calls a nest.
The days grow short.
A time of change begins.
The air is crisp and cold.
Nature paints her trees
with autumn hues,
and all of Wildwood Heart
becomes a symphony in gold.
Autumn is a time of preparing,
and Porro, in a perfect frenzy of haste,
is determined
that not a single pine cone
shall go to waste.
Perri, too, is busy
gathering winter stores,
and on one of these crisp autumn days,
she goes beyond the limits
of her own territory,
deep into a part of Wildwood Heart
she's never seen before.
So far from home, she gets confused,
and to find her bearings,
she climbs a tree.
(SQUEALING)
This simple act
turns out to be a very grave mistake.
(SQUAWKING)
This is the grove of the crooked aspen,
the trees twisted and deformed
by some violent
and long forgotten storm.
To Perri, it's strange and frightening.
(CHIRPS)
The snake is really not a threat.
Perri senses this,
and yet she takes no chances.
It's just as well,
for in the aspen grove,
death also dwells.
This is the private hunting ground
of the swift and cunning weasel.
(GROWLS)
Perri has a small advantage in the tree.
The weasel isn't quite as nimble
as a marten,
and Perri might elude her enemy,
but now she takes a one-way path
and puts herself in double jeopardy.
(CHATTERS)
(SQUAWKING)
(CHIRPING)
(YELPING)
(SCREECHES)
The goshawk's talons find the weasel.
Perri's free.
(CHIRPING)
The winds of late autumn,
as though jealous of the lovely leaves,
and tear them
in a golden fury from the trees.
for more than one,
for now down comes his castle,
Porro and all.
(CHATTERS)
(CHIRPS)
Well, this time, it's too late to try again,
inside his midden log.
After all, it's well supplied
and probably safer than his tree.
(PATTERING)
In fact, a squirrel
could be very happy here.
That is, if he enjoys noise.
(PATTERING)
(CHIRPING)
(PATTERING CONTINUES)
(SQUEALS)
To get a foot in the face
in one's dwelling place is bad enough,
but when an amorous grouse
uses your house to rehearse,
(THRUMMlNG)
that's worse.
(CHIRPING)
It's the raccoon that decides it, though.
(SNIFFING)
This time, somebody's got to go,
and, of course, it's Porro.
(CHATTERING)
in his tree again,
but unprotected now.
(OWL HOOTING)
(PORRO SQUEALING)
Luckily, in a nearby aspen tree,
Porro finds a warm, inviting nest,
but before he even gets
a chance to rest...
(GRATING)
"Well, nowhere else to go. This is it.
"Look out below."
(CHATTERING)
(SQUEALING)
(HOOTS)
And so for poor, proud Porro,
there remains but one alternative.
Although he is by birth
a treetop dweller,
now must he live all winter long
beneath the earth.
Now, through many days and nights,
nature, grand mistress of design,
redecorates her stage in white,
and with each dawn,
another time of beauty
lies upon the land.
At first, this is a time of silence, too,
but as the morning sun
grows warm and bright,
it wakens
every sleeping bush and tree,
creates a rhapsody in white.
For Perri, with her store of winter food,
winter is a time of waiting,
but not for the marten.
Indeed, this is her time
of greatest need.
The snow provides a cover
for her natural prey,
and to allay her thirst for blood,
she's in a constant frenzy.
(CHIRPING)
Still, Perri feels quite secure,
and out for a touch of sun,
she joins her friend, the mouse,
the winter tenant
of a robin's empty house.
(SQUEAKS)
Just one look
at this tempting meal across the brook
makes the marten
try her luck once more.
On the water's whim,
Perri's fate rides once again,
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