He struggles through
jungles of tall uncut grass.
He pushes and struggles
with all that he has.
He trips over roots and
pebbles galore.
He breathes a great sigh
as he fights his great war.
He leaps up and down so
that he might see.
He zips left and right in
a random type weave.
His journey is rough and
his path is not clean.
In fact he feels that his
road is quite mean.
“Why must I struggle
through a forest so deep?”
“Why not an easier path
for to keep?”
With this lamentation the
squirrel stumbles out.
Out of his amazon of grass
and weed sprouts.
He collects all his wits,
of which there aren't many.
He picks himself up, off of
his fanny
Before him he sees of
widest of spans,
A strip of black surface
which at first glance,
Appears to be open space
free to travel.
He experiences excitement
so he nearly unravels.
“Why this is just it,”
He says with great glee.
“This here's the path
that was meant for me.”
he takes a step forward
with zeal for his cause,
until he sees something
that causes him pause.
A thick and white line
that is slightly raised.
“A barrier of sorts
though one not to be praised.”
“This is not even an
obstacle for me,”
“One little leap and I’m
already free.”
“I'll hop right across
with the greatest of ease,”
“I’ll hop right back
over if that's what I please.”
And hop's what he does
with the greatest of style.
He begins his journey as
if twas a mile.
He struts his stuff as he
makes his way.
“Oh what great fortune
I’ve found on this day.”
his thoughts are cut short
by a quite violent breeze.
His tail's whipped around
as it's violently teased.
He stops in mid stride in
a state of confusion.
“I think me and this
path, not the wisest of unions”
He looks to his left and
sees two orbs of light,
floating right towards him
with the greatest of might.
He turns on his heal and
runs back towards the line,
thinking he might just not
have so much time.
The lights travel on and
swerves as to miss him.
The driver not willing to
smear the road with him.
The squirrels reaction is
not quite ideal.
He jumps in the way of the
oncoming wheel.
The brakes are engaged and
it causes a scream,
the monstrous contraption
or perhaps just the teen
who is driving the thing
just above legal limit.
She swerves back and
forth, is she trying to hit it?
The rodent gives up and
drops to the ground.
The wheels skid right
past, it seems all around.
After the crisis comes to
a close,
and the monstrous
contraption growls as it goes,
The poor frightened
creature picks himself up.
He stands somewhat frozen
on the blacktop.
He looks to his left and
then to his right.
His thinks he has time and
then with great fright,
he rushes the other side
of the road,
certain he'll make it, or
maybe get mowed.
He leaps from the smooth
and line laden surface,
into the grass where he
knows for quite certain,
“I'll never complain
about things in my way.”
“From this moment on,
I’m content to stay,”
“Here in this forest of
grass and of stones.”
“I'll never return to
the place monsters roam.”
“This road is for me,
I’m in no hurry.”
“Why give my family a
carcass to bury.”
“No, that road is not
mine, I resolve from here on.”
and so he means it for the
next second on.
Right up until he realizes
he ran,
right back to where his
journey began.
He heaves a great sigh and
turns to the street,
And steps right on out to
what fate he might meet.
