Squirrel

I am the gray squirrel
I apologize for being rash,
But you know – the family, children, the nest is leaking;
Winged horror above,
Cold wind in the night,
And obnoxious jays in pursuit of my peanuts.
I am watching you from up high in my tree,
I made a path to your doorstep,
I know your secrets,
I taught you to bring me treats.

You, just like me, enjoy soaking your hairless body in the sun,
Tracing the poplar branches as they rise into the sky
You know the hot lusty power of blood
And sweet pain in the nipples heavy with milk
You know the warm smell of the sleeping kit
And the gnawing fear in the depths of your stomach
When you think that something
Could have happened to him.

Now you, too, share my secrets,
My posterity will own this meadow