Two Squirrels
On a walk in the ‘burbs
I was startled to see
Two squirrels at work
In a way new to me.
Each was clenching, with teeth,
Something plastic and weird
(For a squirrel, at least,
That is how it appeared.)
One raced with a container
That used to hold milk
And the other’s held mustard
Or food of that ilk.
So my question is what
Were they planning to do
With containers like that?
Oh, how I wish I knew!
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