The Squirrel

 

I was startled

At the sight

Of the squirrel

Lying dead in the road

A road infrequently used

Yet frequently enough

For man and squirrel

To Come within

The target zone of death

An oblivion ill-suited

To the sunny day

And what may be

The aspirations

Of a squirrel’s play

Now neither road nor man

Can take this

Pitiful event

To where the essence

Of a single life

Is spent

 

Ted Goodell

May 31, 2008

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