now I lay me down to weep
why, we always see the squirrel as playful
rather than tragic
or desperately terrified
a kite in the sky
* * *
if getting anywhere were only that easy
or direct
* * *
Survival is the first law.
But which Self?
To be hungry
and clever
are a dangerous combination.
Especially when cornered.
* * *
layered in trees wires roofs and decks
the predominant wild mammal of the city
mocks dogs, mauls cats
stands more visible than rats
bolts a zig-zag route at ground level
where pigeons walk in circles
* * *
some creatures are more monogamous
and some fear their young
some, helpless and afraid
have no way of knowing
* * *
To find yourself on the other end
of a hungry
and clever
creature
even if it’s only trying to get in
is the basis of law two.
* * *
zoology and physics, a most interesting combination
Poem copyright 2015 by Jnana Hodson
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