Inside a Squirrel
Struck still on the sidewalk,
pedestrians pass by
oblivious, even to the
fluttering
butterfly that’s caught my eye.
Unfreezing my stature,
I flee left and prance right
running
toward the next branch in sight.
I come to a trunk,
I jump from my paws,
gripping,
the bark with the might of my claws.
Reaching the top,
my tail swishing and
swaying,
relieved I escaped
with minimal spraying
from the guard dog’s
slobbering.