The squirrel sits at my doorstep,
Begging for my food,
Not afraid of me,
But I’m afraid of it.

How can a tiny creature,
Something this small,
Make me scared for my life,
As it stares into my soul.

Even as I try to close the door,
It won't let me step away,
Even if I want to go,
It won't let me step away.

Stop.
I don’t want to do this.
Help.
I can’t stop.
Please.
Someone close the door.