portrait of the artist as a young squirrel

[constantine]

true masters are seldom recognized
they work their magic anonymously,
shunning the gallery - garnering no acclaim
in respectful silence, i watch from a distance,
a guest uninvited, but a guest nonetheless

alone in the church courtyard
he digs with tiny hands
parting the grass like Figaro,
nervously glancing over hunched shoulders
gently lowering his treasure -
the Blackbeard of St. Elizabeth's,
furtive, suspicious (I hold my breath)
quickly filling the hole,
he arranges the sod meticulously

leaving no evidence, retracing his steps
he stops, tilting his head
shifty eyes poring over
the microscopic details
he stops,
and pats the earth with a flourish
signing the canvas, his tail
trails behind like a scarf in the breeze

[stilltrucking]

You kill me

[constantine]

watched him for awhile - in the courtyard of st. elizabeth's church on fairmount and luzerne. it was so cool - the way he looked at that spot, something was bothering him - something wasn't right.

[.Lucy.]

A fine, fine piece Constantine. Excellent.

[hester_prynne]

Love it!

[constantine]

those little guys kill me! thanks hester and lucy.

[K&D]

gawhh awesome, no no killer. Yeah killer. Man I wish i could write like this. its def your style const.