Squirrels, seeming threatened
as my tricycle interrupts
whatever they were up to
before I came along –
The lucky ones find refuge quickly
but one or two may run in front of me
for quite some time
before they find some safety in the grass.
So far, I’ve never hit one
and hope I’ll never do so.
I don’t even wish to scare them.
But I do pretend to scare
my grand children.
It’s a kind of fun we have together.
But the squirrels feel no pretending
when I ride into their space.
I wish that I could tell them:
“Please have no fear, my friends.
I”m just an old man rolling along.”