Squirrels, seeming threatened

as my tricycle interrupts

whatever they were up to

before I came along –

scatter.

 

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.”

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