Squirrelly Squirrel

I reckon you'll find this tale of romance less fact than fiction, But please bear with me as I try to give it plausible depiction. I was about half asleep, musin' on the patio the other day, When my gaze settled on my ornamental iguana on display. It reposes on a stump in my rock garden starin' back at me. It looks so real you'd think it could scamper up my apple tree! Nearby is a birdbath that caters to squirrels now and again. (Those dudes have taken over my yard by eminent domain!) A squirrel dropped by for a snort and after much twitchin' of tail, Leapt to the stump from the bath, that innocent iguana to assail! And I'll swear this to be true, he hopped on the iguana's back, Assumin' a very romantic position that really took me aback! He lay there awhile claspin' the iguana with his quiverin' feet. (Peerin' with half-closed eyes I tried to appear discreet!) Strangely, he glanced at me as if to say, "What shall I do?" I thought, "Son, I'm not in a position to offer advice to you!" That lothario fell asleep atop the iguana soakin' up the sun. In that little tryst, 'twas obvious that the inanimate iguana won! I pondered, "Should squirrels actually mate with iguanas, Would not the jungles of Guyana be teeming with squanas?" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved