Hel Or High Water

That’s what the Ground hogs whistle: ‘hell or high water’ then they put on their old-timey spectacles and the glasses slip to the end of their stubby snouts. The squirrels climb too high for the lower depths of Hades to reach, but the hawks are not religious. Daddy bought the farm his old lady, the unmarried one, died also tugging at his shirt tails. The waters receded some, hell closed its barroom doors to all the better critters. Only the bottom feeders were allowed in; not the whales they had outgrown heaven and hell, the high waters kept them safe until the oily whalers came back to reclaim the low ground.