Juggernaut Tires

By John I. Blair

Which among us hasn’t watched
A squirrel cross the street?
Self-assured and strong,
He scampers fast
At his intended goal, aspires
To storing acme acorns
And perfect pecans.

But startled by a car, half
The world’s squirrels
Will lose their nerve,
Swerve, double back,
Rush for familiar trees
And then be crushed beneath
Lord Juggernaut’s vast tires.

©2004 John I. Blair