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Squirrel (a poem)


This morning at the wheel

I urged, cringed, mentally moved

a hesitant squirrel

his trajectory suspended

on the median golden parallels.

Could not bear the surging SUV

hunching my shoulders

hunkering down to imagine bodily protection

for an insouciant rodent

Gasping as he moved forward

as the vehicle neared

lithe body not speeding

as if the rapidly approaching specter

of possible death were invisible to his

all seeing prey eyes

Was my own fear to compensate

his own lack of apprehension?

So in that moment he was fully alive

while only I contemplated his or my own death.


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