SUICIDAL SQUIRRELS
Small and cute with tails quite furry
They race around in such a hurry
Spiraling up a tree they chase
Playfully scampering from place to place

Defying gravity, they leap and bound
Perpendicular to the ground
To go out on a limb is a fearless feat
But what is it that draws them into the street

Whenever you get behind the wheel
It's like a base they're trying to steal
It's almost as though they wait 'til you're near
Then dart across with just enough room to clear

You try to steer clear, though you may wonder why
They're only road rodents, and not short in supply
But they catch you off guard when they jump in your way
So your automatic reflex to avoid them you obey

I wonder if this is like drugs for the squirrels
An adrenaline rush to make their little heads whirl
They're like little junkies living on the edge
Either that, or they just want to mess with our heads

Some are quite deft at this daredevil stunt
While others, we've seen, are less fortunate
As curiosity is often the cat's demise
For the squirrel, indecision is lethally unwise

You've seen them -- they'll get halfway across
Then panic and start second guessing, and pause
It becomes a game of chicken you're playing
Which way should you dodge, or do you just slay him

I wonder if they view their roadkill friends
as heroes, whose love for the sport brought their end
Setting the mark ever higher for them
to beat the old record of the Near Miss event
(c) 2004  Sheila W
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