A Poem: Frogs and Squirrels

If a frog and a squirrel met while walking their dogs in the park in autumn with the light going through sideways trees and dinner crock-potting at home, I think he’d pick her up.

The dogs share a bone in the kitchen, pretend this is everyday. The frog and squirrel move to the couch the same way: hop pause hop pause. In front of the fire, Frog tries to remove Squirrel’s fur coat— laughs and imagines kissing such a small mouth.

This article appears in December 2013.