Meeting Magic Squirrel
Halloween night, and it was crazy dark, raining too.
The doorbell rang, and I thought it would be you.
But I got there in time to catch a glimpse of Magic Squirrel.
He pelted me with candy, his fluffy tail in a giant curl.
Why me? I asked, excited beyond belief, of course.
He could have picked anyone, and my background is Norse.
I do not have one tiny drop of squirrel blood that I know.
Because you caught my relative and let her go!
Oh, that tiny squirrel I caught back in nineteen eighty-two?
I didn’t even mean to catch her. She was hiding in my shoe.
Magic Squirrel gave me a swish of his tail and handed me a pie.
It is pumpkin, your favorite, he said, with a wink of his eye.
At the bottom of the pie under the aluminum foil
Was a stack of twenties, and a teeny tiny pearl coil.
Because you are a friend of the squirrels, you are our hero today.
I was sorry now that my new friend had not time to stay.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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