"did you let the dog out?" he yelled little lily, going beserk at the contented cat, ironically named "lucky" who ate the squirrel head now it's lily's turn flipping the headless body this, her ultimate reward years spent barking, chasing earlier, while harvesting my first garden, to dry a friendly squirrel, nearby staring, silently chattering a loving curious squirrel sniffing my pile of flowers impatiens, petunias, pansies dusty miller, flocks and hops my overweight neighbor pulled in the driveway next door asked if I'd seen her puppy, francis, i told her i just saw him in the running pen she said the puppy escaped oh my god, oh my god while at the bookstore i scooped up free dog treats and gave them to lily in forgiveness in the primal reality of it all