Red Squirrel Scolding

Walking to Library on Campus.
Will wander into accounts
Of Scottish Covenantors
Or missionary to India or Kalahari.
Or exposition on one
Of Paul’s Letters (Philippians).
Autumn winds proving
An invigoration.
Then to be heard a trilling.
A rude buzz
From the cedars.
Look for him Doug.
Your tiny scampering
Fire-red fellow.
Cranky little bastard.
His claws scratching some
Bark of tree somewhere close.
He finds me invasive, interfering
Irritating and in His face.
That ‘s just too bad
Little Buddy.
I wanna go and read.