Squirrel…

 

 

The fur unnaturally misshapen, the tail still pointing skyward

an occasional twitch, eyes slowly close.

Dashes across the street a mindless activity,

the tire an unforgiving foe.

Alone with whatever thoughts pass at the end,

friends scamper nearby unconcerned.

Sleep comes quickly, the pain too much,

Remembrances of happier days with mom and the family.

Goodnight.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: