Buzzed by
chai, I dashed outside with
an artistic eye to write a bunch
of fresh words before
lunch
But my
intentions soon
jammed when I quickly got slammed
by a weird mix of bright tangy
hunger and sun
Pained and hazy,
I suddenly acutely lusted to feast
on buckets of sugared spring breezes and
forests by-the-fistful of sun-
buttered branches
When I turned
to retreat, I grimaced to
see, from a distance, a smart, nappy
squirrel nosing noiselessly for
seeds on the dry lawn
Finding a prize
pick, he plucked it up and
turned it quickly between his skilled little
fingers, nibbling just the edges
before tossing it back--
meanwhile, my artistic
eyes were turning
avocado-green.
