"It's a Squirrely Life"

I sat and watched a squirrel scurry.
It lives it’s life in such a hurry.
Does it know it’s life is brief,
no time to waste on pain and grief?
Always afraid of what will come,
what will cause it to succumb.
It worries itself into a daze,
scared today may be the day.
Off he runs into a tree,
hiding from his destiny.
But in the tree there is an owl,
to feed its young its on the prowl.
With nowhere to hide, he makes his plea,
please Mr. Owl, let me go free.
I’m sorry squirrel, you know the deal.
My children are hungry and need a meal.
I wish I could grant you continued life,
but back at the barn I have a wife.
If I fail, she’ll be uptight,
and no ruffled feathers will happen tonight.
But look Mr. Owl, I’m skinny and bony!
Sorry squirrel, but it beats macaroni…

                  Doug L.