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Eerily Human

I find it eerily human,
the way a motionless squirrel
lies in the road:
Hips splayed,
arm thrown out,
fingers reaching for the haven of a branch.

No, I'm not going to have a picture of a dead squirrel. Here's a picture of a road in Niagara Falls. You can still see the falls a bit in the background, even though it was frozen.

No, I’m not going to have a picture of a dead squirrel – I’m not heartless. Here’s a picture of a road in Niagara Falls.

Updated: Just after I posted this poem, I had the following conversation with my man-friend:

Sometimes, he's ridiculous.

Sometimes, he’s ridiculous.

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