From My Window

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!

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