Two squirrels, in spite of better instincts,

Paused in the middle of the road

To share a nut, and became

Enamored with the conversation 

To such a degree, a passing car

Almost ran them down.

And so they moved their heyday over

Under a flowering oak.

Now the picture was pristine,

Four bright eyes, two bushy tails,

Green grass and shadows flickered,

Making it appear classic as an old home movie.

So happy were they, after many hours,

And finally, they lay down for a nap.

In dreams, one squirrel saw the other,

Floating high up o'er her head,

And woke to find it so,

A hawk had come and nabbed her friend,

And she watched even his spirit go away.

But in dreams she still sees,

His spirit so bushy and free

Has continued up and plays in the stars

And has itself become a constellation 

In the Southern Hemisphere.

-jenn