Furball


A squirrel hurls
itself forth
from a blossom
of the eldest
poplar tree
in the vicinity

to a younger
specimen, digging
into the suppler bark
and scaling the tree
like it’s nothing

until it twitches
and clutches at air,
missing solid matter,
falls ass-backwards
for seventy-five feet,

and is caught
by a hiker who
saw this transpire
and thought about
letting the furball
drop to the ground–
it would have bounced.

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