From Catch Up With Summer, a collection published in 2015.
A Prickly Feeling Inside My Head
The squirrel scratched his way up the tree
and dove into a hole in the trunk
a big knothole
a residence for at least that one squirrel
while a couple of others spiraled up the tree
in a frantic chase scene that could only lead
Leaves shook above my head.
Despite my total lack of intention
I was prying. I was
an intruder walking on the sidewalk.
I was the audience to a drama
not meant for me.
I crossed to the other side of the street.