Squirrel

The squirrel won't stop chuckling
I think he may have gone mad
He stays up there inside the tree
With nothing but his laugh
An acorn meant to fill his belly
Littering my path—

I came across another one today
Just staring at me
I tried to go outside to introduce myself
But he wasn't having any of it

Away scurried my new acquaintance
I guess I scared him off
But pretty soon he did resume testing my patience
Just trilling the same old mock

And now the squirrel won't stop chuckling
I think he may have gone mad
He stays up there inside the tree
With nothing but his laugh
An acorn meant to fill his belly
Littering my path—

And then that evening, I was taking out the trash
Kept stepping on his acorns
I swore I heard him chittering away just watching me
Avoid the traps that he laid for me

I started to resent my new acquaintance
His cachinnating cry
A necessary enemy of my own creation
With no good reason why...

I made it my mission to wait out the storm
But that little rascal, he kept wanting more

I woke up one morning to hear he was throwing
An acorn on my roof
But no one believed me, they thought I was seeing things
I needed some proof

So I climbed up that tree of his and planted a bug
But being as devious and wily as he was
He chewed right through my little contraption
And much to my dissatisfaction

He asked me to bring him a little something in exchange
For one bag of trail mix he'd cease his rampage
And even though his small request filled my body with rage
I told that little nuisance it would be arranged...

And even as I drove away I heard him
Cacophony of mockery recurring—

Because the squirrel won't stop chuckling
I think he may have gone mad
He stays up there inside the tree
With nothing but his laugh
The acorns meant to fill his belly
Littering my path—