Squirrel scurries up the branch
As I approach.
I say to him, “No need of that.
I am your friend.”
But he knows that
Were he to stop to visit
I would have to touch him –
Give his fur a nice long loving brush
Of the hand.
And then I would come away with
A palm full of his constant flea companions;
And he would have to
Wander around all day
Shamefully smelling of lavender soap.
He really does know best,
Don’t you think?
September 30, 2014