It's the ruts

I just saw
half a dozen plus squirrels, easily
swarm up the same tree.
They did it easily.
They made it look easy.

Up the trunk in a rush
of beeline or diagonal spiral,
turn and swirl out over and under
around their choice of projecting
limbs,
forking out
to twig and branch,
shaking the canopy
in their dance. Barking
all the way. As squirrels
do bark, in a sort of a "chk"
or "chuck" crossed with
"hmp" or "huh,"
"ihh" or "ooh"
or "uuh," "uuh," "uuh,"

And they do not let up.
There must be a dozen plus
squirrels outside! Racing
and jumping each other in shifting
and tussling gangs, solo
breakaways through the grass
and other pursuits. Watch out!
That guy's on your ass! Chasing
each other, tackling and tumbling
through limbs and leaves, catching
themselves and each other
- the first, with ease.

I suspect Darwin and Freud would agree
on this one. Something's up for sure.

The bushes are shaken by squirrels
inside - who bolt out in chase,
alive with ire and driven
by squirrelish pride.

There is nothing impure
to my eye about any of it.
It's the ruts, I think. One
squirrel jumped the porch screen
and clambered along - you should see
his BALLS. He was showing them off
just as proud of them as if
they were acorns or nuts,

which would never fall.