Autopsy For A Squirrel - Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
It feels like rain
but sooner when I get in
with all my cot, bed and fan,
It takes to its heels,
giving a rough deal to the city. 5
A long Summer looms
and drives the squirrels
and swallows into homes.
The realters felled the trees
and had built floors and floors 10
of skyhigh towers. There these
chirping creatures don’t go
to build nests or guest houses
for their new born babies.
But they are glad with their kids 15
behind the bags kept on the lofts
of my air-conditioned house.
When the young ones sleep,
the squirrels creep down often
to have bites at fruits and rice, 20
grains and morsels of food.
And also they steal a glance at us
showing they are timid before us.
My grand daughter leaves
Cups of water and pieces of bread 25
Very near to their palatial shelters.
Then why these roaming guys
tear my new shirts to shreds?
It isn’t the job of rats
rattling around the backyard! 30
Which culprit cuts the wires
and breaks the circuits
in the washing machine
and in the Epson Printer?
A squirrel sneaked into the printer 35
and found it hard to come out
and breathed its last in the maze.
When the Service Engineer opened it,
he rescued the dead body
after several attempts .
and performed an autopsy .
as he sensed a conspiracy in its death.
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