comes one squirrel harvester
not spreading the word
a secret no more
arrives a second to feast
up the tree the first
a human passes
squirrels don't even notice
taking in the sun
weed eater revs up
disrupts the peace, breaks the spell
eight feet in motion
machine noise persists
cause for alarm fades away
returns a squirrel
no corn on the cob
instead loose kernels fill troughs
processed squirrel food
comes the walking man
no threatening stranger he
squirrel munches on
too hot for seven
walking man makes but one round
squirrel doesn't care
much the same are we
lives exciting or routine
no one really cares
(composed 06/09/25)
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