A recent documentary featured a squirrel that froze to death in Scotland enabling a neighbouring squirrel to access double the amount of food in a tricky winter landscape. #6 is a poem in honour of that dead squirrel. The other poems came before and after that squirrel and now there is one for each day of the week.
Accidental Squirrel Death #1
Disorientated
tarmac kisser
found
faith too late; died halfway through a prayer.
Accidental Squirrel Death #2
Fence
footing faltered during flirty dance.
Tumbled
twice. Hit ground hard; forehead first.
Accidental Squirrel Death #3
Green
Cross Code denier does no pausing,
no
looking, no listening. Now no life.
Accidental Squirrel Death #4
Rattled
round tree by wide-eyed pursuer.
Dizzied.
Dazed. Suddenly frozen in time.
Accidental Squirrel Death #5
Plum
by sticky plum, dribbling juice gives way
to
potent liquor. Slumped car target sleeps.
Accidental Squirrel Death #6
Some
hungers added spice to the heather,
but
this was bones too close to skin starvation.
Accidental Squirrel Death #7
Old
now on warmed noon grass. Takes final breath
before
gripping trunk tracks of tallest tree.
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