A Sister Remembers...

 

It is not by accident the hawk's  morning screech awakens me,

his belly full of roadkill.  He is content to boast.

Indecision was my brother’s downfall.  This way – no that…

then splat.

Larry was a good brother, but he could never decide.

At climbing trees, he was tops.  Leaping from

branch to branch – he was fearless.

Roadkill was not a dignified end,

but at least it was a Buick.

R.I.P.

Larry Squirrel 

Born: 2019

Died: Over there.