I watched in deep earnest
as the squirrel peered at me,
through a crack in the tiles, it
had slipped in to see
a face revealed before it.
In anticipation I waited
for it to approach me
as I smiled benignly at it,
I waved for it to see
My gesture of friendship towards it.
In fear the squirrel bolted
as if I’d aimed to hit it.
It didn’t wait for my friendship to see
a vain misunderstood gesture before it.