April 17, 2008

Ode to a Squirrel

This is a poem I wrote several years ago for my high school Creative Writing class.

Ode to a Squirrel

Ah, to be a squirrel.
To frolic in the open breeze,
the grass parting softly as you scamper
high up in the old oak trees
throwing nuts at passersby.

Ah, to be a squirrel,
sleeping winters away,
stealing bird seed in the summer.

Oh, you intelligent ones,
how do you do it?
Daredevils of the highway.

Ah, to be roadkill.

Blogging the depths of the abyss,
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April 7, 2008

The Walk

I was bored one day, so I took a walk around the area in which I live.

I happened to be sauntering up a hill of which two women were coming down. But these were no ordinary women, oh no, they were wearing the same velour tracksuit! What was even scarier, was that they were also jogging in step with one another.

As they got closer, I realized they were twins, so I tripped the one closest to me and ran the rest of the way up the hill.

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