Squirrel's Revenge (Poetry)

The squirrel crept in through the window
the hunter lay dead on the floor
his gun on the rack near the fireplace
his coat hanging damp by the door

The hunter’s expression was panicked —
sudden pain in his chest brought him low
how he’d squirmed on the tiles in his kitchen
and fought for the life ebbing slow

Death had bagged him without hesitation
gathered his pelt like a prize
the grey squirrel jumped down from the table
and gazed in the hunter’s dull eyes

What he saw was beyond comprehension
but the man was no longer a threat
so the squirrel moved into the cottage —
came in from the cold and the wet

He invited a whole host of creatures —
the rabbits, some crows, a few deer ...
all those who had ever been hunted
their lives overshadowed by fear

And they buried the man in the forest
his grave has no marker — no name
his gun rusting deep in the river
while wild things go on just the same