An Incident

I had nothing to do especially I just thought I would step outside And let some wind blow on me While standing under a certain oak tree I inherited with the purchase Of this property. The first struck my balded pate And I Knowing no enemy to fear Thought it but a blow of fate The second just missed my eye And now I look up And there A squirrel trembling with glee Another nut poised to throw at me Perhaps a claim ... a hegemony Perhaps a fear ... all fear Has to do with our inability to share.