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By leamas Date: 2002 Sep 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.22.20.23.20351]] |
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Ode to the Squirrel. Oh my little woodland friend, how I sing praises to your name, Be you Flying or Gray, it matters not, for you are perfect, You chatter on the park bench like two old women knitting, Your dance is like a furry little ballerina, your tail the tutu. Nuts, the meal of choice helps you keep your slender figure, The tree cradles you as you slumber under the night sky. The wind wisps through your tall timber-city and gentle cries, "Oh squirrel, gentle squirrel, Keeper of the Grounds, we worship you." You bound through the unkempt grass, you being Moses, the grass the sea. Pacifically you move to the outstretched hand, nose twitching towards the nut. Ever so refined you take the nut placing it in you soft supple hands, Leaning forward you bite the finger of the lady that gave the nut. She screeches like a schoolboy let out for summer vacation, except she's in pain. You turn and bolt to your tree to drop off your booty, because this nut is extra salty. After delivering the loot you decide to eat half of it because, shit it was a long run. You sleep ever so hard until you are woken by a crow eating your young. Grieving, but still majestic, you rise out from your Cedar home and circle to the floor below. Frolicking through the playground of foliage you see them approaching. Startled but calm you stand on your plump yet shapely hind legs for a better view. It was a man and two others approaching, the man's brown flat brimmed hat looked dumb. You smile, for you are cute, until you recognize the others as the two you met in the park yesterday. You decided that there is no way that bitch is gonna get you into a line-up, you've already been there. You whisper "They ain't gonna take me alive" except it was "chip chip chip" cuz you're a squirrel. You run, yet they gain. You think "What the hell, got nothing to live for, ' fucking bird ate my kids." You turn into the road. |