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the squirrel
somewhere
there is a forest
far from the pavement and
towering steel structures
of our lives
the forest is cloaked in
multiple
complimentative
shades of green
underneath this lush
canopy of carbon
dioxide breathing
giants
there is an organism
with fur coating his
small
warm blooded
body
his pupils are as
large as saucers
and he jitterily
scopes
the ground before him
in search of acorns
which have
fallen from the branches above!
his heart rapidly beats
circulating blood
through his veins
the oxygen released
by the large oaks surrounding him
enters through his nose
and travels to his lungs, now inflating
his intestines slowly transport
his early morning meal
of walnuts
enzymes breaking down
the processed food
extracting nutrients
and providing him life energy
his
tongue
is
wet
he salivates
just as we do
all his decisions
all his actions and movements
are based
on utterly
arbitrary
impulses
completely
devoid of any meaning
lacking any reason
aside from prolonging his life
and the collective life
of his species
he is
pure
