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On the left and right On the corners, on columns At the entrance to the library Two families of squirrels have built nests

The left nest squirrels And the right nest squirrels Do you think they’re neighbors? Does one squirrel go over to the other nest and Ask to borrow a nut?

Or are they rivals Two nests, both alike in dignity, In fair Library, where we lay our scene From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d kits meet in dead of night Secret lovers sharing acorns and

Gossiping about what the patrons are reading Squirrels cast in silhouettes behind the window, a shadow-play for me to see.