warm sun
soon occluded by clouds
a child, screeching
© Rachel Green September 2021
young squirrel
crossing the front garden
I wish I'd put nuts out for him.
I can't help thinking
he'll be flattened by a car
like our kittens were.
We talked about reincarnation once.
You wanted to come back as a squirrel.
They always seem happy, you said,
until they get squashed.
© Rachel Green September 2021
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