To a Squirrel
Pecking corns like a crow
Quaking and cowering
Scampering on to wall's edge
At the meek noise
Of the approaching toes.
Stay and stare! the glibe
Its plump dwellers and dealers
Bombs swelling within their cerebral foetus
Spewing Thunder, Blast and Blood
Thronging the shrines,
Screeching and shrieking
In perpetual fear.
With heavenly hide
Twinkling stripes of grace
Hop! Hop! My love! Hop thy race
Trample over the human race.
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