I wonder what goes through the squirrel’s mind
When it approaches, from its hiding-spot,
Her feeding hand and boyfriend close behind,
Behind his camera, waiting for a shot.
She says beneath her breath “it’s fine, it’s fine,”
As if this madly grinning giant child
Defines how fine it is when she inclines,
Staring with wild eyes and wilder smiles,
Yet nonetheless it nears her step by step,
Each in between a cautious thoughtful pause,
Considering if altruism’s kept
In such a mousetrap-hand and open claws.
It takes the food and flees somewhere discreet;
I wonder if it thought the taste was sweet.
~Michael Danger Caskey