Daily Archives: October 11, 2013

“What Was There, Then?”


“What Was There, Then?”

What was there, then, about the sight of that fat squirrel?
There he sat, erect on hind legs, bold, strong, and sure
I had something he wanted, and that his cure
Was somehow here with me. If truth be known his borough
I had rudely trespassed and all I could have offered
Was to back up, leave him be, and wish the best
To him and his. The brisk winds attest
That autumn’s here and paltry offerings proffered
That I might make to his tree bound cache would
Make little difference in the end, yet, there he stood,
And here I was, a smile from ear to ear; I could
Not leave, nor did I think that I had the need or should.
We simply stood, the two of us, transfixed in the affair,
And in the end, I left with nothing greater than his stare.