DC Playwrights

squirrel said i looked peaked.
“you need to go for a hike, get some air.”
i told him that i had to work all weekend.
“big deadline on monday.
very important client.”

squirrel insisted.
“let’s take a drive to the shenandoah,
15-mile hike, full pack
will do you some good.”

i told him that i had to work.
“yeah, i got it,” said the squirrel.
“big important spreadsheet.
gather ye nuts as ye may,” he added.
“look,” i said,
“not everyone can run up and down
tree trunks all day for a living.”

squirrel shot me a wounded look,
took the keys, and headed for the door.
“you don’t have a license,” i warned.

“cops don’t know that,”
said the squirrel.
“cops don’t know a damn thing about squirrels,”
he said sullenly,
“and neither do you.”