The squirrels
Exactly at the border,
Canada-USA's…
Each side of the street
One of the two countries.
I braked and stopped,
Saw squirrels run or jump.
"Be careful and watch out, "
I, almost, said out loud…
Squirrels, like monkeys
Turned around, looking at me.
They realized what I said,
Back and forth, went, played.
I could read their actions:
"Go, get lost, we don't care."
Many face the judges,
Mostly get a jail term,
For crossing a border!
But the devil squirrels
Do not care, they play.
Admire what I see,
With no gut to copy,
These little animals!
Look at me in the mirror,
Laugh at me, one useless,
Creature, with the claims
Of knowledge, progress!
Some corrupt or madmen
Have gathered and written,
Books of faiths, religions,
And laws for obedience!
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