water
for the squirrels,
the big fat one, who runs
the show
hops off the fence
and gives me the thumbs up,
he crawls in
and floats on his back,
a few skinny
squirrels dip their toes
in beside him.
he pays them no mind.
it's hot out.
i call him little
Soprano.
Soprano.
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