The squirrel on the lawn stood,
his little eyes boring into me
as I stepped out of the front door.
He threw out his chest, and I
half expected him to beat on it
with his forepaws, a rodent Tarzan.
I, of course, had no choice but
to stare back at him defiantly,
making clear I wasn’t easily cowed.
Finally, I broke the silence, and said
“Let’s be honest for once, we both
know what we are, and we are
very much the same, for you steal
the nuts from my trees as I
steal the beauty of the early dawn.”
“Agreed,” he replied, “and there’s
a very good chance neither of us
will remember where we hid our prize.”