never again
Fortune teller squirrel gives me the old once-over
I squirm a bit, like my half-blind eye, Cocker Spaniel, Rover.
I see that you think you are special, she says, glaring at me.
Feeling uncomfortable, I wonder how great this teller can be.
Feeling superior because you are a human being, I bet.
I am annoyed at this second, I clear my throat and kick Chet.
Chet is my cousin who thought this squirrel was so good.
Never again! I say as we leave, as if I ever could….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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