You can see lots of squirrels in the neighborhood,
But you rarely see them breed.
They prefer the privacy of an out-of-the-way place
To spread the seed of their DNA
Into the next squirrel generation.
They prefer to die privately, too.
But sometimes some seemingly unavoidable event,
Whether it's fate, or an accident,
They pick a no-win battle with an automobile.
They lie there in their own form of state in the street.

Maybe they give themselves for us to see
A prophetic warning.
It's best to steer clear of humanity
And humanity's progress.
It's best to do all the things that really matter to us
Privately,
And never even let the right-hand know what the left hand does.

-jenn