a poet’s notebook

Poem-A-Day #13: Animal

   

bright squirrel

   

Animal

 

On the afternoon of the morning

my neighbor showed off his new slingshot

 

I find a dead squirrel stiffening in the grass.

 

Is she someone I know? Did she grow up

with her siblings at my backyard feeder?

 

The nick on her ear seems familiar, but then

my neighbor and I, we are human and she

 

was just another animal.

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