Squirrel World

When folks and squirrels cross common paths  
Throughout a given day  
The former tries to keep their nuts  
The latter, takes away  

Such taking first seems churlish
And begs some recompense
But then upon reflection
Soon, it starts to make good sense

For despite their boisterous chatter
And their scampering about
Within all the sense and measure
Locked behind that hawkish snout

Under mounds of fallen casings
Behind beady, bulbous eyes
Within those clutching, clasping claws
A pithy lesson lies

For when our nuts are taken
It is then we realize
The true value of the things we’ve lost
Through older, wiser eyes

And, so, we can be given
When the squirrels draw from our well
A worldly truth put simply thus:
In loss, great riches dwell