the squirrel said you can never have
enough nuts to the owl. the owl said
nothing. a passing bear went about
looking for berries. we carved our
initials underneath birds and bees
doing what birds and bees do. i
counted his tattoos. divided them
between love and hate then kissed
each one. he traced my hairless
chicken skin and offered me his hat.
we built a fire of dry wood and wet
leaves. smoke rose as morning fog
waited on the sun. he respected me
with his smile. unlocked my treasure
chest of pearls. pierced my flesh
with sticks and stones. honored me
with rice and tea. i challenged him
with an empty brain and shared
tobacco with eagles flying high.
spirits blew through a hollow canyon.
breezes chanted over tops of trees.
tomorrow it may snow. i may fall for him.
a squirrel can never have enough nuts.