The Rat Race

left behind
in the rustling leaves
the remnants
of Jack the squirrel lay.
his deep brown eyes
glazed over
his once busy hands,
now stiff & cold.
a productive life he led,
buried 3,572 acorns.
ate about twice that much.
but Jack was a typical squirrel
nothing special.
he died without honors,
without shame.
crushed
by a speeding truck.

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2 comments so far.

1. soulspin says:

   Thanks

2. Cunning Linguist says:

   different,rustic and nice