The Squirrel
The Squirrel skipped slightly along
the overgrown green grass
not caring, not knowing
of war
of disease
of evil
of doom
while I sit on the bus
with people who know
of Academia
of Pain
of bills to high
of food supply to low
of warfare never ending
of Hope nowhere to be found
enough to cause the mind to wonder
watching, the Squirrel crawl up
the nearby tree
smiling at me with those eyes
eyes of freedom
eyes of natural hope
eyes that saw the world
but was free from it all
I both admired and hated him
for it
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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