I saw a squirrel
high up a tree
its beady brown eyes
staring back at me

Nose a-twitching
this way and that
Sniffing at something
who knows, at what?

A nut sat cradled
held in its clutches
Soon to disappear
in just a few munches

I guess it is silly
watching nuts get notched
when I have to fix,
this dinner I botched

Why do I wonder,
and why do I ask?
Must I really ponder
such a disagreeable task?

Sometimes I think
as a squirrel I would be
better munching a nut
than being just me

Then again I wonder,
would I be better off
If a squirrel I became
my humanity to doff?

It would then be easy
for some man in hunger
to shoot and cook me
I would think in anger

So I best be content
to be his wife as I am
and fix him his dinner
even if it’s just Spam!

yldara 1810060646

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Author’s Comments:

Sometimes mundane things keep us off our focus and takes the joy out of life–but, when when we keep things in perspective, we discover humor in the situation and/or find a very valuable lesson, or two.

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