Squirrels wake me up
–not so cute! squirrels
–not spinnin’ on bird feeder squirrels
–not Chip ‘n Dale polite squirrels, either
they
blast
err sirens
in lieu of
alarm
–which understandably,
comes along for the ride
to wee hours
squirrel!
ER
. . .
figurative or no,
these
foaming at the mouth
nut collectors
crawl out from
inner reaches
colored grey
–nattering and gnawing
skipping & jump-
squirrel!
in possibilities
colored black
as a studied anti-vaxxer
in a LARGELY undecided
life
peppered with
one-ways
& signposts
& fences
& dead ends
erected by
squirrel!
(more decisive rodents)
sleep runs limpin’ away
stuffing
squirrel!
cheeks
with hopeful acorns
when I find them
–usually by twisting an ankle as
they appear blessedly under
squirrel!
gratitude lists
and
pause
squirrel!
itive thinking
is hard won in
PJ’s
though. . .
the best I can do
at 3 a.m.
is entice them w Costco-sized canisters
of “you’ll regret that tomorrows”
and choke them w vapors that taste of nascent
squirrel!
to tame them and trick them
onto hamster wheels crowning me
(one nut at a time)
in cacophonous racket
I must needs
drown
–in media streaming
squirrel!
my leaky eyeballs
red.
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