Squirrels: just two

"Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend" (George Orwell)

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Then two squirrels came sent to me,

hoping I'd

tell them my lost loves-

so I thinking them worthy proposed

they

do something new

-in spirit of travel, say!-

so I gave them as they left a

certain

part (a fifth) of my heart-

The sun I thought then at first, not now,

won't shine on mud

so these brunal runners ran hard into

their own woods,

intuiting my own state of mind, of course

(sensing the usual perennial lost lady!)

They opted for woods, of course

Two have already said as much, today-

“poor yr love and muddy, too”