Bubbles and I Mourn a Squirrel
Come on now, Bubbles,
Please don't cry.
I didn't mean
To make it die.
The squirrel ran out.
It happened so fast.
All I wanted,
Was just to drive past.
Before I could stop,
Or even slow down,
I'd run over something.
I saw it was brown.
I checked the mirror.
I saw it there.
It wasn't moving.
That just wasn't fair.
A frown of sadness
Came to my face.
This death's cause
I wished not to trace.
I knew where it led.
It led right to me.
But I wished it not,
So how could this be?
This happy little squirrel
Was just running along
Til Nate and his car
Did the squirrel wrong.
I'll pray for this squirrel,
Earnest, through tears
That somehow, somewhere,
It still runs with its peers.
I'll remember this squirrel
Every day til I die,
But I can't stand this, Bubbles,
So please, don't you cry.
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Hearing my words
Bubbles soon stopped her crying
She sniffed and looked over
To where the squirrel was lying.
Cheep cheep cha cheep cha cheep
Cheep cheep cha cheep
She said to the squirrel
Lying there in a heap.
To my surprise
The squirrel answered back
In the same squirrelish language
With a cough and a hack.
Bubbles sat close to it
And kissed it goodbye,
But it said one more thing
And I asked Bubbles why.
She said to me
That it told her to tell
That it forgives me
And wishes me well.
Written in 2002
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