An Ode to Squirrels
What animal lives closer to us than you do?
Why are you squawking at me, little messenger?
Why are you up in that tree, clenched, flicking your tail in a fury and showering me with imprecations? What have I done to upset you?
Well, I think I rain cloud over my head, and my insensibility outrages you. I’m getting about 2 percent of what’s going on. So you yell at me, in croaks and leathery quacks:
