Nonsense Poem: The Squirrels are Quoting Shakespeare

by John MacBeath Watkins

The squirrels are quoting Shakespeare

to each other in the park

while the moon falls from the heavens

as he stumbles in the dark

the stars fade in their spotlights

in a sky as cold as stone

while the paparazzi

fight over a bone

and the dogs bay and the cats spray

as they try to claim the new day

and birds soar on wings sore

from battling the broken wind

while the sun comes up like plunder

spreading gold upon the shore.