IN YOUR BARKY BLEACHER
by Liz P
Lovely little fuzzy creature
up there in your barky bleacher
doing just what God intended
why must others be offended?
I see you and wonder sadly
why do humans act so badly?
You are just a tiny man-friend
eating, living in your squirrel den.
All that you have ever done
is get squashed, get shot by a gun.
And it is not your faulty, squirrel
that this is a hateful world.
So go on little squirrly critter
Sing to me your forlorn chitter.
Squeak your tiny song of sorrow
then get squished and die tomorrow.