Cody Conner - Little Squirrel

I saw a squirrel crossing the street today
With its bushy tail, little hands all camouflaged in grey
Lungs, heart, mouth, throat it is all the same
Conceivably slower due to a pea size brain
As the summer lighting dried our souls
As the hidebound citizens do what their told
The cream of society, impracticable to heed
Of that little squirrel in the middle of the street

Left for dead! A Buddhists cries out
Was this all a dream?
For when squirrels die
Only the acorns are happy

Cody Conner

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