The Simple Life of a Squirrel
sitting here
on a park bench
in Washington Square Park
with the flowers out
in full bloom
watching the pretty young girls walking by
watching the gray squirrels running about
looking for nuts
they scurry about on the grassy lawns
sometimes running into each other
when finding something they believe special
they separate from the crowd
with their prize
and tuck it away
in a secret place
and then back to the hunt
only later to return to the prize
to claim it
not to flaunt it
but to consume it to survive
and then back to the hunt
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2013
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