Found and Lost

Walking Carli early one morning,
the sidewalk moved a little 
in one small pale spot 

Fallen, the tiny naked body of a newborn squirrel,

wriggling like any baby would, 
lays with a trace of red on one hind leg. 

The mother may never find this missing one if moved.
I hope she is quick. 

The summer sun is coming, and crows patrol these trees. 

Drivers wait in cars to my left,

I imagine each one waits for my verdict.

Cleromancy is deciding this one;

I can’t suckle a newborn anything. 

The light turned green, the drivers released their brakes and we walked on.