Written some time between 1990-1993
I looked at the squirrel in the tree
And watched him frolic with glee
Then came Bob tearing down the road
Hauling behind him a sixteen ton load
The squirrel jumped from limb to limb
I stopped in my step to stare at him
As Bob gave the engine more power
He accelerated to one hundred miles per hour
Down the tree the squirrel did bound
Til his feet did touch the ground
At that second, whom did I see?
None other than Bob trucking towards me
Then went the squirrel running through the grass
He ran towards the sign which read, “Do Not Pass”
As the truck went by in flight
The squirrel was no where in sight
As the dust did clear
I had a realization of fear
With sadness my heart did fill
For now the squirrel is nothing but roadkill.