grey squirrel

I saw a squirrel
on the bench this morning,
stretched out,
tired,
he was wearing a little sombrero
and had his
feet in a dixie cup
of cold
water.
I came and sat next to him,
he didn't
budge,
he lifted his little
grey head
and looked at me, and
nodded.
hot out, I told him.
yup, he said.
crazy, isn't it?