When I went to the park today I heard the birds singing and the water moving- ever so softly against the wind. The squirrels, their erratic tails and fur bounded across trees and ate nuts as they stared at the funny looking squirrels below them. The ones with the shorts and the shirts on, and the ones with the long hair colored so strangely. Those squirrels didn’t quite look like squirrels at all. They drove strange boats and paddled in the water, and a couple of those strange squirrels seemed to have large furry companions that definitely didn’t look like squirrels. And yet whenever they come near they act like they know the squirrels they take photos and videos and make memes, funny pictures and snapchat videos of them. But they aren’t. They aren’t squirrels at all. They’re humans, yet some think they are squirrels.
I went to the state park, Strouds, today, and saw a bunch of squirrels that kept staring at people. Decided to write a poem about them.