Parade of Kings

Parade of Kings

Out with the garbage

To the bin on the porch

Sit down in my walker

Slight cool on my skin

One then two gray squirrels 

Chase on the open street

In front of my home

A dozen or more tails

Round about a white car

Up on the tires or tailpipe

I think of the shooters

In Merry Ol' England

Entertaining by video

The viewers with death

Of these joyous creatures

Perhaps they damage

But where I wonder

The corn is not planted

No beans in small pods

So chase as they must

Play on my street

I am content to watch

More than I've ever seen

Tomorrow I'll take some

Nuts from my freezer

Try coaxing them up 

To where I sit in cool air

The years on my brow

Squirrels reign on my street

Barry G. Wick