DC Playwrights

“is that a rhetorical question?” asked the squirrel.
“rhetorical?
like a question that really doesn’t need to be answered?”
i replied.
“then why asked it?,” questioned the squirrel.
i looked at the squirrel,
nodding unconsciously,
but not nodding.

“do you understand the question?” asked the squirrel.
“what question?” i replied.
“then why ask it?” said the squirrel.
“is that a rhetorical question?” i wondered aloud.

we stared at each other for some time –
waiting to speak, not wanting to speak,
not wanting to question the question.

scratching himself, the squirrel opined,
“is there such a thing as a rhetorical answer?"