GROUND SQUIRREL

I saw a little ground squirrel

We're young and strong

Many more, many more

He squeaked and peeped up at me

He won't be around long

Many more, many more

Poor thing won't outlive me

I think, as we lunch along the treeline

Many more, many more

I've got things to do

No time to play

No time for watching another survive

No time, no time

Here comes another sprite

He eyes me square

But I've got more to write, not a minute to spare

Many more, many more

I'm in top form - a full plate!

Eating less and gaining weight

Such a wonderful life

Grandchild of squirrel

What a steady peer

Then you're off!

Many more, many more

I rise early, labored gait

Head is heavy, hour's late

My you're a quick fellow!

Which generation be you?

Many more indeed!

Won't you stop a moment for me?

Not squeak and tweet and peep and flee?

I had no time for you, 'tis true

Though alas, hear me, my work was you.

©1998 Evan Hause