PASSING SQUIRRELS

In the middle of the bridge
I met the albino squirrel
that I had met before
but never there.
I stopped and stared —
so did the squirrel.

 

I was quite willing
to loose the standoff
and eventually I did.

 

The little white creature
fled from the big man’s threat
and turned around and ran.

 

That opened up my way
so I continued as before
but wondered why
I scare squirrels
when ibis and black ducks
act as if I don’t exist
whenever I pass by.

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