A Game of Tag by Zara J Day

As I walked to my car on a mid-autumn day,

I came across the scene of two squirrels at play.

One was bolting from a bush 'cross the lawn.

The other a yard back, target locked on.

They scaled a pin oak and circled its bald branches.

Their climbing skills and speed were near even matches.

The hunted found refuge to breathe and sit.

The hunter sneaked hush between the fork split.

Hunted ran at hunter's reappearance.

The chase recommenced on the grass clearance.

Neither noticed nor found my watching alarming

for which I'm thankful, for their game was quite charming.