- Non-Erotic Poetry
- ode to a squirrel's passing
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The eight year old doctor
who lives next door, regrets
to inform me that the mother
of the five baby squirrels
who nest in the oak tree
has met an untimely demise.
She carefully checked for a pulse-
her tiny fingers wedged beneath
the mess of bloodied fur.
The squirrel's tiny teats, engorged,
seemed to affect me more
than her actual death or her resting place
among fast-food litter and
the dewy morning grass.
Road kill.
"Cars should be illegal."
She whispered, as if the squirrel
might somehow be disturbed.
"Maybe someday they will be." I replied.
The astronomical price of gas
managed to outweigh the death
of that innocent but aggravating
bulb-thieving pest.
- COMMENTS
Sapphos Sisteralmost 15 years agoAs someone has said before, they're just rats with good PR. You mix the pathos and humour wonderfully.
KOLKOREover 15 years agoAnyone who would take a wild animal, especially one towards which she may have perhaps conflicted feelings (see bulps) has her heart in the right place! Her words were very well put too... I did not fully get how the price of gas was computed into the poem at he end, seeing that it did not deter the fatal driver, and who knows if other vehicles (even green ones) will be gentler on the wild life next door...
UnderYourSpellalmost 16 years agoThat is so sad no-one is allowed to shoot my squirrels however much of a pest they are
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoEve's comments on 'squirrel's' are what I think too on this one, which is my favorite of those that NJ posted today. This poem has something important to say and it isn't pounding a reader's nose into the message. Nicely said and a profound way to deliver it.
