Artwork by Niel Frank

I had some friends that were very talented growing up.  Neil Frank and Randy Allen were always good at drawing.  Niel gave me this picture long ago.

My poetry: Squirrels

 I wrote this poem after Caleb told me a story

                       Squirrels

                               By: Billy Wardle

           

Two squirrels, one chasing the other,

Ran across the electrical line, over the road

As I drove underneath.

I've never seen that before, I thought,

But a couple blocks later,

I saw another squirrel, running along

An electrical line, crossing the road.

We must be having a squirrel infestation.

The population is really out of control.

Caleb, my son, came home with a story.

He was driving his bike home from soccer practice,

And saw a car run over a squirrel,

Not the entire squirrel, just its head.

He said the squirrel squirmed for some time,

Even though it was already dead.

He was traumatized, not because a squirrel was killed,

But because he saw it happen, and saw the struggle of the squirrel

Through its last breaths.

When we drive past that same location now,

He looks for the squirrel,

It's still there, but now the whole body is squished,

Not just the head...

There is a lot of traffic.

By: Niel Frank