That Squirrel Has a Fucking Corndog!

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

Where the hell did he even find it?!
This is a residential area, not hot dumpster overflow
at the annual carnie concessions convention.

There isn’t even a trash can or anything on this street;
it’s like the only part of the city that’s clean.
What is happening?

I must say, he’s manuvering it like he’s been anticipating this moment
his whole life — like today was the day
the squirrel lottery paid
and he was ready with ticket in paw.

The way he clutches the dog in his maw
while he scurries up a wisened oak
like it is there to serve him into the spring,
a treat for surviving winter.

It is his processed pork prize.

Godspeed, little squirrel!
I am dining with you in eden tonight.
Godspeed and onward! You are plump
and I am plump and we
are plump together.