Last updated June 4, 2018
I just wanted to have a chat. And what did that squirrel say? I'll never know. But one thing is certain: It wasn't very nice. That squirrel peered at me with disdain, and I was deeply offended. That's what I get for trying to sweet talk a squirrel!
Why do you glare at me so,
peering down from on top of the telephone pole?
"You are not my type, not my kind.
Be gone with you—
human female one,
who feigns to be my mate."
By Laura Routh ©2017