SQUIRRELS

WHAT I SAW

Walking for walking's sake

It keeps the hallucinations at bay

Stopping to rest, I see a squirrel

Twisting, flitting its tail halfway

'Tween the top and bottom of a tree,

A row of leaves makes a nice den

That's where she stops

I know it's a she because she's dull

The male species always is bright

I don't see him but I know he's there

In that thick row of leaves

They are f*****g away

Staining her dull hair