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Squirrel
Margy Ohring,
B itten by a squirrel I thought I had befriended as a child, I have never liked those cute gray fluffy-tailed critters since that day.
Undoubtedly, I thought I had a reason:
I've hated squirrels since I was a kid.
There never was a squirrel-hunting season
nor explanation for the deed I did.
I can't forgive the bushy-tail that bit me
who caused me pain and terrified my mom.
She dragged me to the doc; she didn't hit me.
That day was all slow motion - much too calm.
When this new gray one ran into the road,
I really wished that I could swing the wheel
and make the biter's relative explode,
alleviate the bitterness I feel.
He stood there, both paws pointed to his chest:
'Why me?' I let him live like all the rest.
©2004Margy
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