Encounter

A squirrel dashed in front of me, An acorn in his mouth. I was heading up the block; He was going south. He on four feet, I on two; Each, though, in a hurry. I’d increased my pace a bit; He was all a’scurry. I had many chores ahead; Maybe he as well. What a squirrel’s day is like Is kinda hard to tell. Still, we both were racing home With breakfast on our minds – He, no doubt, an acorn, One of his more precious finds. I’d be having coffee With some matzoh and some cheese, Each of us anticipating Food we hoped would please. Yet, we’d shared a moment, Like an urban tip of hat: A species cross-connection And c’mon, how nice is that?