I brake for squirrels, a lot,
Because they seldom brake for me.
Pausing in the street to stare around
They barely register the presence of my car.
I, on the other hand, am quite aware
Of where they are and where they ought to be
And try to tell them through the windshield
When to turn, how fast to run, how soon to stop.
Why is it, when you really need one,
There’s never a squirrel cop?
©2018 John I. Blair, 4/13/2018