sitting
at the park
drinking coffee
from
a
paper cup

thinking about
the
pretty girl
that
asked me
to
write a poem
about
her

as i stare
at
the water
trying
to figure out
what i should write
about
her

i had an idea

as
i grabbed my phone
to
scribble it down
a squirrel
fell
into the water

the poor bastard
looked at me
like
it
was
my fault

so
instead of a poem
for
a pretty girl

it’s about
a
wet squirrel

apologies
to the girl
and
the squirrel