Red Squirrel Scolding

 

Walking to Library on Campus. 
Will wander into accounts
Of Scottish Covenantors 
Or missionary to India or Kalahari. 
Or exposition on one 
Of Paul’s Letters (Philippians). 
Autumn winds proving 
An invigoration. 
Then to be heard a trilling.
A rude buzz 
From the cedars. 
Look for him Doug. 
Your tiny scampering 
Fire-red fellow. 

Cranky little bastard.
His claws scratching some 
Bark of tree somewhere close. 
He finds me invasive, interfering 
Irritating and in His face. 
That ‘s just too bad 
Little Buddy. 
I wanna go and read.