Squirrel in the Pool (again)

Well… there you are.

Another day, another squirrel.

Didn’t I just warn you yesterday?
Or was that your sister, brother, mother?

What about this clear calm water
called to you…
and others like you?

Could it be that in the dark of night
you decided to go for a swim… 
then realized you didn’t know how?

Or were you thirsty
and stopped for a nice long drink…
only to suffer chlorine poisoning?

Maybe you were out
for your nightly jog on my deck…
and slipped and fell in?

Perhaps you were depressed? 
Papa squirrel always yelling,
lost your job at the nut factory,
girlfriend left you for a hedgehog?

Did your friends and family try to save you?
Or do they not yet know you’re gone?
Should I lay you out in the yard 
to be claimed by your squirrel peeps?
Or dispose of you like the others?

Either way, I’ll be quick.
No need to upset the kids.
Mine… not yours.

April 5th
Prompt: Write a Noun in Location Poem

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