Pharoah

Mama & Papa Squirrel lack essential trust. (Yesterday I mounted a cake of squirrel granola in a tree for them. No bites.) But, then again, why should a squirrel trust a man? No reason I can think of. And why do I seek the squirrel spectacle? Is it wrong to foster rodentia-hominid dependency? Will their pups respect them? How did electricity get submerged in the spaces that separate their slender bones?

right now I am listening 
                                to Pharoah Sanders 
    "you gotta have freedom, 
     you-got-to-have-----free-dommmm..."    saxophonics 
eargasm- 
         boiling dewdrop 
                     under the skin  hot moon-half hung 
in the sky     
      gonna *yeah* today  gonna *shake it down now*  
            gonna--                                  
(solar action         and now my backbone's 
                       starting to get into it) 
Come on out, squirrels 
                           let's hustle, let's 
                           dance this morningtime boogie!