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,
Our Mother/Father
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
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