For my true inaugural entry, I settled on this poem. It’s based on a true event, and I can actually remember it like it happened yesterday. There’s also some potential for improvement–okay, a lot of potential, because it really sucks as it is. So, here is the original text of The Squirrel, written in the spring of 1999: I saw it, sitting, in the road On the white dashed line It looked up, down It did not see me I watched as it simply observed The world around it I heard a roar behind me An approaching car “Run!