The Kaibab Squirrel
The Kaibab squirrel, lacking in all shame
poses for pictures, grasps for commissions,
French fries, sugar cones, other concessions.
A squirrel, yes, perhaps, only in name
He would peel your pocket to find spare change.
No blinks at click or flash, his impression
posture perfect, in high definition
foregrounded in a rectangle, and framed.
What brings you here, for surely you are lost?
Sciurus, scurrying salesman confined
to posing for self-same selfies. It pays,
He says, now conversational. The cost
is minimal, the memories divine
da Vinci didn’t work for free. No way
Written after a trip to the Grand Canyon where I watched this guy in action.