Squirrel Larder Trek

The squirrel of I Ching, incongruous and slow
(for a squirrel (from the cold)) walks briskly on the snow.

‘A grey squirrel in a snow bank,’ says Lord Flea.
‘If he cannot find his acorns I will freeze.’

Flying foreign sky rats, cold too, coo in pidgin,
‘If he finds his cache, will he let us cage a smidgen?’

The snow crust breaks. The I Ching squirrel chutes through
to his larder stashed with acorns. He eats two.

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