bellowedGet out of the streetbroke
into a run
didnt
yell at children like that
was a runt squirrel
sporting a dismal tail
not the usual bushytail he was familiar withGet
out of the streethis streetshoes slapping the rotting asphalt
roadWoudya get out of the street looked like a cattail reed beginning to
split seed uneven incongruent
awfully long compared to its scrawnythin body
Gawddammit
closing on the squirrel they scrambled
through a burgeoning white Agapanthus flower bedleapt onto a live oak trunkscrambled
into the treetops
Good Stay the fuck out of the road
People
in cars are assholes
the squirrel perched in the crook of a
branch looking down at him
he was waiting for them to scold
him
neither would understanding what the other said
never did scold
before walking again You
be careful kiddo
they reminded
him of grimley a runt kittencouldnt
fatten her up
she
died what was monthanahaf
back
turnedwalking backwardsStay
the fuck out of the road
that earlier in the week
walkingreading same road
lookedupglimpsed over the
top of the bookcatch the lay of the landSTOPPED
DEAD
in the road appeared a tuft of fur
tears couldnt
swallow
Sonofabitch
crushedbody of the runt
only way he knew
cattail reed tail
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