Squirrel

Squirrel

Peril surrounds him, yet he

soldiers on snuffling for nuts,

the grass the cattails

about him. He pushes past

brown fallen crinkly leaves,

casting them aside without a second thought.

He finds a treasure more valuable than

entire caches of gold

and stuffs it in his mouth.

A challenger the size of a twelve-story building

lumbers too close. He throws his

tail into the air, making a question mark of it.

Then, as the leviathan clomps closer

our tiny friend arcs his body with

his leaps, darts up a tree, peers

from a branch — eyes so wide for being so small –

and chitters

a challenge.

His foolish opponent

sees his peril and walks on.

he chitters again, satisfied he’s vanquished his foe,

then munches on a nut.

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