**Hello, squirrel…You sit there with gaping eyes,
Ever watchful of the dangers around you,
Of things that can harm you…
Not bound by emotions, not tied to others,
Hibernating in the winter, active in the summer,
No paranoia, no effort,
Just instinct, to guide you to your end…
Be knowledgeable to differentiate,
Between the good and the bad,
Seeds out there…
To grow with them…
And in time, to reach the end,
Without laziness in effort,
An end without meaning,
Just like the seeds…
Who benefit from my demise,
As my body becomes one with nature,
As my essence is absorbed by the trees,
Like the one…
Who sat in his car and watched me,
As a car backing out of a driveway,
Ran over my body in a parking lot,
Made of asphalt…
As I laid there dying, I saw his face,
Contort into a question mark,
As he fought with the meaning of my death,
Was it good?
Hello, squirrel…Was your end a good one??
Lajawab**