Garden #2

By Sam Ferland

I keep chasing the squirrel who took
Things from my grandfathers wire-mesh-caged-garden

He slipped under a narrow path he dug
under the wooden base

I feel the sweat start to dampen my socks
as I evade the numerous roots on the ground

After hours of chasing the squirrel
he finally barrels around a tree to the top

I demand him to tell me the secret and
he says ‘why don’t you just go take a peek, the cage is see through’

Why haven’t I done that?
Or why haven’t I just went and asked my grandfather