Squirrels my ancestors of old have eaten
By indulging fantasies of friendship
And giving seed to untamed animals?
Or have I merely recognized
These are my little brothers, sisters,
Behaving boldly, as sisters, brothers
Are wont to do at times,
Assuming, as must we all,
Puts good things in our lives
And we would be foolish
Not to take them, feed, and thrive?
©2016 John I. Blair, 9/17/2016