M.E.M.

Squirrel

Run, jump, skitter

I make my way to the roof.

I here a sound,

dive for the gutter.

 

I sense her.

She stars at me

She jumps, I jump.

She holds something.

A phone, it’s a phone.

 

What is she doing.

I scamper toward the end of the roof

She follows on the ground.

I stare at her, afraid of what she will do next.

She jumps, waving her long arms.

 

I run.

Run, jump, skitter.