Sonnet of Scorn for Sewanee Squirrels

Too many of them and not enough nuts,

scavenging trash cans, an apple core toss

sets them off, shooting out, rodent rockets,

into the street, almost hit, gets across.

Friends say they’re “cute”, dandelion fluff tails

and twitching whiskers, they forget those eyes,

beady black tar, soulless, prism light jails,

unblinking as they nibble on some prize.

I’m suspicious of them, the way they watch

from trees and their too close proximity,

lack of fear, won’t scamper off the sidewalk,

lurking around campus, furry armies,

their pelts blending with dull decaying leaves,

plotting against us, invaders and thieves.

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Author’s Note - This was unearthed from my college days after reading the following pieces by the gifted writer and fellow squirrel hater, Rachel Deeming: