Those critters are squirrelly,
living in an exposed den
& slinking around
the wooded neighborhood
as if they're unseen by me.
Little do they know,
despite their cleverness,
the blending in of their furs,
I track all their movements.
If they knew,
I'd been privy,
watched everything they do,
then perhaps,
perhaps
they'd come out
of their own denial.