Squirrel Talk
In the midst of the
asphalt homeland
One does see
Some natural life at times
As I sit on a bench
in a park
on the Lower East Side
a squirrel comes by
with a shining eye
This squirrel decides to approach me
Hoping for a bite to eat
His bushy tale is gleaming
and I am glad to see his bright eyes
I become elated
So I watch the squirrel
and feel a little guilty
that I haven't fed him
Another day in the asphalt homeland
Made a bit brighter
by a fellow traveler
on this long journey
into the unknown
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