The Squirrel: An endangered specie

Hunted for its fur and tender delicacy

And as it goes about its daily business

death follows behind closely.

Man-holes and booby traps litters its paths

Many times claiming the limb of a casualty

And although there are so many narrow escapes

Many a time, there is: Oops, a fatality.

The Squirrel knows the impending dangers

It doesn’t need a soothsayer

And so early every morning as the sun rises

It says this  little prayer.

“I thank you Lord for yesterday

For the littles and the greats

And I ask you Lord for your grace today

For tomorrow could be the date”.

Sunny E Orbih