High Wire Act
Birds roosting on the power line,
Squirrel can’t cross but he’s trying.
That’s his regular run across this road,
Back to his home with his acorn load.
Squirrel’s always in a hurry it’s seeming,
No time for their gabbing and preening.
He does this high wire act most every day,
And chatters at the birds to be on their way.
Duly admonished they reluctantly fly off,
And he continues his mission aloft.
Crossing this road I’m driving, he’s up above,
He’d use the ground if push came to shove,
But his kin used to cross on the road below at will,
Sadly I’ve seen, they ended up as road kill.
Apparently to live, he’s learning what he’s got to do,
So goodbye little squirrel, I’m off to work too.
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