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Accidental Squirrel Death 1-7

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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