They Say Don’t Feed The Squirrels

They say don’t feed the squirrels
But I did anyway

Back and forth
In and out
Room to room
It ran

It was fast
Its fur a blur
That’s when I knew 
I had a choice

I made a trap
A roasted walnut in my hand
I held on so tight
And so did it

Then, when I least expected
It jumped

Right into…

The toilet

That’s when I remembered I still had a choice
And I chose delight 

I laughed as I fished that little one
Swimming round and round
Still holding the roasted walnut
Both of us refusing to give up our fight

Out of the house we went
I swear it winked at me
And as I watched
It finished, its hard-fought roasted walnut

And I chose delight

You have a choice

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