I’m so glad
the girls don’t speak squirrel
because he must have been
swearing a blue streak
at the black cat,
hiding in plain sight
under the picnic table,
the table with the yummy peanuts
just waiting for him
his afternoon snack
blocked by the predator in waiting
who had other plans
for his afternoon
May 29, 2007 21:10
(Raymond A. Foss)
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