From where I stand, high above the tree tops
Supported by the structural integrity of prayer
The perspective is not all bleak
Unless I existed as an urban squirrel.
For those critters have it bad, bad, bad
Shooters with B.B. guns, some with howitzers
Targeting the small skulls of rodents
Too bad those squirrels are not time-shifters.
From where I reside, I can predict the next landslide
When the next set of squirrel carcasses will arrive
How many irritated nature-loving but squirrel-bashing
Fans of Dexter and Habitat for Humanity will drive
Right over another furry and fearful squirrel.
