Light rain falling outside,
from my window I watched the squirrel
drinking from the grout lines of the tile floor
where the water collects first.
In a heavy rain, a heavy rain,
she would not have to be so precise
and could quench her thirst on any surface.
Still, she seems satisfied
drinking from the grooves between the tiles,
and perhaps feels some sense of pride
that she has figured this out.
She should, because
(as if this is relevant)
it impresses me!
It occurs to me... 