I need time to think, thought the squirrel,
High up in a tree in the middle of winter.
Yes, it was the exact center of the season
When collecting acorns
Should be done.
But he had none.
Months of play
Did so pass
Until he was
Out of gas.
Maybe thinking would help
After all it was free
And he had all time in the world
In this barren tree.
(Editor’s Note: wrote this yesterday in the middle of winter to make myself laugh).