The Squirrel Knows Better Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

The squirrel on the telephone pole saw me
My wig blown away by the wind as the
truck passed by me on its way far away
We are connected on the survival line
It laughed and stayed up where it was
Never got down to walk where I was
For it knew what to do to be safe
The other one carried the bread away
It came back to my window to knock
Mine was not the right one
I never offer squirrels something.
Because they know how not to die
And cause a driver to go and hang.