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?
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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