What do squirrels think
when I stomp by
and shake up their neighborhood?

Do they wonder who I am?
Do they wonder where I am going?

Do they wish they could tell me
to leave them alone?

Do they think big thoughts
of how they relate to me,
and I to them, in the scheme of nature?

Maybe they don't think of me at all.

Maybe they just think of returning home
after a hard day of work,
putting their feet up on the sofa,
and smelling the heavenly aroma of
fresh acorns baking in their little ovens.

- Bob Miller