I am practicing listening

 

to squirrels
think, and

it is
difficult be-

cause they
don’t put

their thoughts
into English.

I know
some French

and they
don’t think

in French
either. Never-

theless, nothing
is stopping

my practice.
I become

one with
no words

and small
sharp curved

claws. My
arboreal aspirations

grip the
bark we

climb.

 

 

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© John Levy 2026

 

 

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