Squirrel

It doesn’t question
its own existence,
so far as we know. 
Beyond that 
it seems to be
devoid of concern
for its own meaning.
It is simple
in the best way
possible. Could I learn 
a thing or two here?
I don’t know if I could.
I’d have to sort
out and toss so much
head fluff,
then learn
base skills like
how to eat more
intensely, to climb
without fear of falling;
to spring away
from danger
when needed
in self-preservation. 
I don’t know if I could,
or should. A question 
for a Saturday morning
during a respite, a lull
in a storm. 

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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