Economics Of The Red Squirrel - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
I observe the red squirrel
from the kitchen window,
paused on a branch, acorn
in mouth, looking like
a knick-knack on a shelf.
I know what he’s thinking,
because I am thinking it too.
Surely life must be more
and stashing away,
more than mere
But maybe not, thinks the red squirrel;
but maybe so, think I.
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