Encounter

That silly clucking squirrel
Was going to let me have it,
Something nice & ripe,
I followed him
Through the bouncing high-way
Of cedar branches,
Cheeks bulging with something unspeakable,
Yesterday he rained down shuckings
Where I worked at sawhorses
And I cussed him & his pedigree,
Today he's going to say
"Take this hombre!"
And disappear into the wind-stirred canopies,
Laughing all the way.